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Category Archives: Tony
Tony can't dance.
Don’t worry, he admits the fact. He almost flaunts it. I will always remember the night (despite the fact I did’t experience it first hand) he got invited to that college party in the off-campus alternative housing project. He has … Continue reading
Why Tony? Why now?
With new management, it seems I now have to provide you a bit more context so the story might be told properly. How I met my dapper-daddy. That sounds so sketchy to me. It isn’t really like that. Well, not … Continue reading
Tony isn't happy
Not even four hours and I’ve already been discovered. I didn’t even think Tony knew how to use a computer and now he has read all the previous correspondence. Or someone told him about it. I had no idea I … Continue reading
Dressing up.
You are very astute. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, however, since you asked I must go ahead and air our dirty laundry, so to speak. No, Tony doesn’t actually own his tux. I asked him again just … Continue reading
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A fond memory.
Before Tony became so well-dressed, there were others. The first, Tony Clark, swam with me on MAAC. We wore speedos. It was either he or I or both (how sad that memories fall apart), but one of us had a … Continue reading
A blog about a superhero named Tony.
He already has his own theme song. (Go find your copy of Surfer Rosa, now!) He was a famous comedic alter ego. We all debated about his status as the boss. He always finished all his homework; raised his hand … Continue reading
Me and Mr. Jones 