Andrew J. Lederer

funny how i rarely go to jersey but was there twice in the days leading up to the finale of the sopranos.

went on friday to get the last of the stuff i was taking from my father before his move and suddenly remembered the squeezy, black, rubber whale from mystic, connecticut that was my bathing companion when i was a kid and which in recent years has resided alongside my parents' tub.

well, he had thrown it out

i'd specifically asked him to be on the lookout for stuff we used as a family and stuff i had when i was a kid, yet with the very thing right under his nose, he failed me.

he wasn't looking out for my interests at all.

i loved that whale.

riding home tonight on the subway.

the lyrics are as follows:
"slee-py. ti-red. booored. frus-trat-ed.
slee-py. ti-red. booored. frus-trat-ed."

(if you want to hear the melody, ask me to sing it when you see me.)