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Thursday Night Thoughts

Sometimes I worry that I’m supposed to move back to NY, marry a super-successful, super-Jewy woman, settle down in some beautiful old rent-stabilized apartment on the Upper West Side, spend my weeks going to events at 92Y or the Guggenheim, spend my weekends going for early morning runs through Central Park, grocery shopping at Zabar’s, having stiff dinner parties with our other super-Jewy couple friends, become a stay-at-home Dad instead of acting and wander the streets in the middle of the night mumbling the words to “Nowhere Man” to random homeless people that I pass.

Wouldn’t that be weird?