For some time now, I’ve been jotting down random bits of conversations that I’ve overheard on the streets of Philadelphia (and one or two from a day trip to the shore). Out of context, many of them are kind of weird, making me wonder what they may have sounded like in their original context.
I’m posting them here now with the intention of adding to them and perhaps trying to rearrange them into a sort of mad-libs version of a Philly conversation. So, keep an eye here and, if you’re so inclined, feel free to arrange some of them into your own prose or poem and post then in the comments.
— free cellphones are our right because we’re Americans
— an end table thing to go next to the couch I can’t fit either
— that stupid fake gossip he talks about
— I get red, I don’t burn!
— Wait, I don’t get a paycheck?
— That whole man-model thing is like that.
— And that’s how you pivot?
— It sucks cuz I really like my giraffe wallet
— I’m short 10-15 dollars
— It’s hard to play rugby if you’re not, like, into it
— and, and, and … you know what it is, mom.
— it’ll be nice to have a chance to be human
— I’m $20 short and I have to pay my phone bill
— I had me a girl like once, and — it was weird — she liked shoes
— and they’re still, like, weirdly friends
— I’m getting a hard drive procured
— you know, flossing and going to Starbucks