The East Village Todd Colby You Might Be You might be trying out the new venturesome chemical amid the isolation of deeper conduits, like this black ice, for instance, or this ravaged face which keeps appearing unexpectedly and will not leave us alone, even for money. Surely a road hazard is made exponentially worse by the ingestion of these pretty pink capsules. Come and whither in your tank top with a blank map that we will fill in together with wreckage; heads resting on dill leaves no longer tortured by what we meet but variously drowsy and perfectly enlivened by what we make. Todd Colby Index