Tonight at one of those cool Manhattan bars a man told me he works at a bank. I asked him if he was a teller. When he flipped me off, I apologized and asked if instead he was a janitor.
Dodo Bird is living in Los Angeles, working, and attending graduate school for poetry. Like her moniker, she was over-harvested by explorers to the point of extinction in the 17th century.
Pointer moved to New York City, and is trying not to write about work. Frequently pointing at things, she is anxious, shaky, and short-haired [on hiatus].
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