Boy howdie, have I donated samosas to the City of New York. It's a Thursday
ritual when I work at the Sinai then go drinking. There's a bodega in the
neighborhood that makes nice samosas; I get half a dozen and they accompany me
for a while. Until I get plastered. By then the samosas are as intelligent as
I, I guess, because they escape. Samosas into the wilds of NYC. I hope
somebody eats them. They're good. I wish I ate them. I do not advocate
excessive alcohol consumption, I merely indulge. Do not do as I do my friends,
you will lose your samosas.
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