Much like how, in the '90s, Enright managed to correct Scott-Moncrieff's long-reigning mistranslation of the title of Proust's garrulous opus À la Recherche du Temps Perdu, I must amend some of the facts blogged about on mikeatstoomuch.
It is true, I am no longer in New York. And I have no doubt that Mike has a hole in his heart, but I think it much more likely that this is a medical condition (see http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/6940085.stm), than a result of my change of locations. Though I certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity to take credit for contributing to his ill health.
However, the inaccuracy that I would most like amend is the following. My train, in fact, did not come first. It was actually a number 5 train ending at Bowling Green that came, so I did not get on. Instead, I remained on the platform and watched Mike sitting cross-legged on the train with his back to me as he waited for it to pull out. I even took this picture:
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I take pictures of you while you sleep naked.. you take pictures of me with my legs crossed. Its our thing.
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