what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

When I was an underemployed hourly legal messenger I had plenty of down time to sit around and among other things get some reading done and keep up with The New Yorker each week. But that's no longer the case.

The TV by Ben Loory was published in the April 12, 2010 issue of The New Yorker and, no joke, just last week I actually had a chance to read it.

It's the all-time greatest piece of short fiction that I've read in the last 7 to 10 days.

Multiple snippets of it resonate and will stick with me like taking the kids down to the bus stop seven hundred times, and he drives the bus to school. Drunk, sober, hungover, on acid, pot, cocaine, uppers and downers, or nothing at all—it doesn’t matter in the least—

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like riding from 1111 3rd to King County, seven hundred times, drunk, sober, hungover, on acid, pot, cocaine, uppers and downers, or nothing at all—it didn't matter in the least—

way out in the water see it swimmin

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