anthony cortese, a.k.a. snowdog101, is the shit. and i love him to pieces.
you know when you get the giggles? and the stoopidest, silliest things make laugh til you pee? well, much like with my friend joe, anthony and i seem to hit the same groove when it comes to the sillies. and how do we do this? through the ubiquitous, much-loved, much-maligned text message, as we wend our separate ways into and out of manhattan, me on a train hurtling along the hudson, him on a bus from jersey.
sometimes we talk about work. sometimes we talk about life. sometimes we talk about nothing at all.
me: "i just saw the oldest woman in the universe!"
him: "she still seeing barry?"
me: "no, she ended it. the drinking, you know."
him: "he's young. he'll bounce back."
me: "he couldn't keep up with her. it's what pushed him off the wagon. well, that and the thing with the dog."
him: "the guide dog? sure. you're NEVER supposed to play with them when they're on duty. everybody knows that."
me: "well it broke barry's heart, is what it did."
him: "if he got through his ugly split with the smelliest woman in the universe he can get through anything. old is hot, but smelly lingers."