Corners

"Jerry, I'm at the corner of first and first! I'm at the nexus of the universe." Well, not actually first and first, but close. Perhaps I am at the corner of first and amistad. Could be. Hope so. Can't tell. The signs are abiguous, if not actually contradicting. Either way, this is a better corner than any I've been at in a long time. There is not any sort of feeling of a man hiding behind it waiting to swing anything heavy at head level. There still might be. It's hard to tell if he's there, because if he was, he'd be hiding. Close your eyes and take a step.

I am not O'Brien. I will not pretend to be O'Brien just for a ride in a limo. If they will take me as I am, a plain George Costanza, then I will go.