July 2, 2002

In cartoons, there is the standard gag whereby a dog, for example, envisions that a rabbit, for example, is not a rabbit, but rather a steaming hot piece of meat with an aroma so tempting it causes unconditional relfexive salivation. Today, I am the rabbit and every man I pass is the dog. New York City is some wild Pavlovian experiment gone awry. It is hot, I am showing skin, and the men have been conditioned to pant and howl. I wonder if I am more often a deep fried leg or breast. Hmmm….I wonder.