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On a day like this I wish I had my garden somewhere else. You
can't ever see Brooklyn Bridge from this place. And I am
losing my mind in worries about trespassers and thieves and
other inconscientious citizens.
Even police -- what do they care about my garden, all they care about is people doing drugs here and dogs walking without leashes and other trifles like that. Like drinking beer in a public place. What do I care about drinking beer? All I care about is my garden -- I planted it in memory of my late wife -- she drowned while making love to me in the river.. I can make love only in water. The three best positions of lovemaking for me are: water standing, water sitting, and water lying. The water lying position was a fatal mistake. My wife didn't know at that time that she couldn't breathe under the water. Anyhow it had happened soon after our wedding and some people claimed that I intentionally killed her, since I inherited all her money. But I'll tell you, it was not much money, just enough for planting and keeping this garden. And to justify myself I'll say -- I never made love to anyone since. Not even to the tiniest fish in the darkest corner of the river. I am so afraid to drown somebody else again, with my love. All that's left in my life is this garden. I have only one regret -- my wife could have drowned on the east side of Manhattan, so I would see Brooklyn Bridge, especially on a day like this. [sb]
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