This remains my favorite essay by Maciej, and a reason why I'm never completely sure how truthful he is in his other stories. I've rarely laughed as hard as wh

This remains my favorite essay by Maciej, and a reason why I'm never completely sure how truthful he is in his other stories. I've rarely laughed as hard as when this was read to me at my birthday one summer night after a few drinks. The sentence about the burritos "[tracing] graceful arcs into the East River, glowing like faint red sparks in the night" will stay in my heart for a long time.