14 December 2009 An Historiography of a Man Stabbed in the Throat
No service. Well fuck a duck. Looks like I’m back to iPhone Notes — the Microsoft Works for the machine, but stripped down to absolutely nothing but typing in the alphanumeric, and the requisite American accent marks; like semicolons.
The day after my last post, I arrived to news a man had been stabbed in the throat at a locale two doors down from hokndov. The news arrived third hand, then a semi-eyewitness reported seeing people rushing someone into a cab. He asked a guy on the sidewalk who told him a husband had come in and seen his wife sitting at a table with his friend, so the husband picked up a knife and stabbed his friend twice in the throat.
Several hours later, I asked a busboy at the locale in question for his take on the violence. He had no idea what I was talking about.