On Gliding and Sliding
I ventured outside and as soon as boots touched wet, icy cement, I began to glide. A yard or so from where I began, I came to a stop, still straight up. Traveling this way felt just like standing on an airport people mover. What was I going out for again?
Back to the desk for a quick round of Google poem-ing. To keep you inside, I offer this short list of things recently described as “a slippery slope”:
Television, criticizing Scientology, reform, bullshit, comparing yourself to the stars, taking time off, locking up loons, marriage, facial plastic surgery, “giving back”, arrogance, wildlife management by opinion,
That seems pretty accurate though I would add, Brooklyn.