Hi, I'm poet Paul Guest. See that sign on the fence? Don't park there.
Unless your legs don't work. Then it's cool.
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A recent "trend" in Baltimore has been crackheads busting out car windows and wheelchair permits (the kind that hang on the mirror, as opposed to the license plates) and selling them for $10 to whomever. They're hot commodities, because in addition to the wheelchair spots, you don't have to pay meters if you have the permit.
Paul Guest is the author of four volumes of poetry and a memoir. His debut, The Resurrection of the Body and the Ruin of the World, was awarded the 2002 New Issues Poetry Prize. His second collection, Notes for My Body Double, was awarded the 2006 Prairie Schooner Book Prize. His third collection, My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, was published by Ecco Press/HarperCollins in 2008. His fourth collection, Because Everything Is Terrible, was published by Diode Editions. His poems have appeared in Harper's, The Paris Review, Poetry, Tin House, The Kenyon Review, and elsewhere. His memoir, One More Theory About Happiness, was published by Ecco in May 2010 and selected for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers Program. The recipient of a 2011 Guggenheim Fellowship and a 2007 Whiting Writers' Award, Guest lives in Charlottesville, Virginia.
4 comments:
A recent "trend" in Baltimore has been crackheads busting out car windows and wheelchair permits (the kind that hang on the mirror, as opposed to the license plates) and selling them for $10 to whomever. They're hot commodities, because in addition to the wheelchair spots, you don't have to pay meters if you have the permit.
Scuzziness is ever inventive.
Oops -- I meant to say "STEALING wheelchair permits". Perhaps that's obvious, perhaps not.
This is great!
Wait a minute - I thought your new chair had the James Bond rocket launcher option.
Quit messing around with these clowns.
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