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A Great Day For Banana Daquiri Fish

Buffy and Tipper, friends from Vassar, met at Tipper's house in Wilton and traveled by train to the city.  At a newstand outside Penn Station Buffy purchased a copy of the New Yorker, skimmed the cartoons, and smiled quietly to herself, depositing it neatly into a "Keep Our City Clean" bin nearby when she was done.  They went to the Carlyle for lunch, and had many martinis.  On the ride home the women snoozed as the train rocked gently.  After Buffy said goodbye, Tipper went into her husband's study and shot herself in the head with his revolver.  The end.  
ElLagarto ElLagarto 56-60, M 26 Responses Oct 1, 2007

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JD Salinger couldn't have said it better :)

Brut - it's Christmas - I'm asking you nicely - PLEASE stop beating yourself up!!! That's the outside world's job!<br />
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You could also find out that you're great!

Ending caught me off guard! More to come???

right now some friends and I are working on a 'zine; I can't wait to see what happens...I could find out that I suck :-)<br />
That is okay, I would still write anyway =^><br />
Either that or **** people with a big ***** and leatards...

Peaceonearth is one of EP's greatest gifts. I think one of her first stories here was "I licked a toad." <br />
Yeah, like I wouldn't click on that!<br />
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She is the real deal.

We have that in common. I too get high on life, and nothing else. Personally I love POE because she's interviewed The Original Five Blind Boys From Alabama - and those WILD avatars.

El, Peaceonearth, gets high on life.<br />
That's why I love her so...

POE: There's lots of depression around this time of year. Get tough, you can do it. And stay away from the damn medicine cabinet.

"So that really would be a "Silent Night"."<br />
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You are so damn clever!<br />
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However.<br />
Men shoot themselves and women overdose on their perscription meds.

Well, after a loud bang, yeah.

So that really would be a "Silent Night".

Christmas makes me feel like pulling a Tipper....

Wouldn't be the first time.

I know, it's looks as if he's having quite an animated conversation with himself.

These old stories crack me up with all the missing comments.<br />
It's like you are the antique roadshow.

I wonder how many EPeeps recognized this an an homage to J.D. Salinger - taken from his Nine Short Stories?<br />
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Ultimately it doesn't matter - I do these snippets to amuse myself and hope they amuse others as well.

Ya think? ;)

Sometimes The New Yorker is a wee bit precious.

Heavens, how did I miss this little literary gem? *sigh* Vassar class reunions just won't be the same without darling Tipper.

Vampires? In Wilton? Good God, man, what are you suggesting? It's a very exclusive area, if you follow my wake.

Vampires? In Wilton? Good God, man, what are you suggesting? It's a very exclusive area, if you follow my wake.

Yes, Emerald, indeed - litter, scourge of the Big Apple. Willowmena - thank you my dear! I'll say it again, "Good editing is almost as good as being more talented than you actually are."

Oh well... hey, Kudos to Buffy for helping keep our environment clean, heh??

Me? Run out of things to say? -- The Experience Group is - Write Short Stories - so I did a nice short one. However, if you notice, it does have a beginning, middle, and end. It is, of course, a parody of every story you will ever read in The New Yorker, as well as the J.D. Salinger classic, "A Great Day For Banana Fish," which also ends with a suicide.

Especially those of us who work for scale.

Interesting perspective - art is so subjective!