TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 06.16.03, monday night Up and down Clement Street we spied gold-dipped pink crepe paper lanterns, dangling from shop rafters like colossal apple tree blossoms. I bled alot and drank Guinness. It was a celebratory drink, for Jimmy had given me a claddagh ring, a crowned heart held by two hands. Heavy, despite its smallness. I wear it on the left hand, point in, lobes out. |