Marc Spitz

i wanted one of these fucking scooters so badly when i was fourteen. when these commercials came on tv i would go Pavlovian. i just figured one day i’d live in manhattan and ride everywhere like aidan quinn in desperately seeking susan. now, i live in manhattan and don’t go anywhere. i always threaten to buy a scooter (a vespa, not a honda, apologies) every time i sell a book. maybe that’s what’s really missing. it’s not children or religion or yoga or therapy. it’s two wheels and a helmet. oh, and youth.