Excerpts from a Manhattan mosquito's LiveJournal

"Bright Lights, Big City" --------------------------------------------14 Aug 2006, 9:17am.

Woke up in a pool of standing water again. I don't why I continue to listen to Lenny. Every time he says he's in the mood for Italian, I end up having a near death experience, full of some diluted, fat guy named Vito. Lenny's a bastard. I need to find a new swarm.

"Lenny" -------------------------------------------------------------- 15 Aug 2006, 12:04.

Just found out that Lenny never made it out of Little Italy last night. I should be sad, but the fucktard deserved it. There are 6 million places for us to eat in this city, and Lenny was never happy with any of them. He was always looking for something new and dangerous, far from the swarm and usually at those downtown outdoor joints. Jesus, Lenny... They're called "Bug Zappers" for a reason, asshole! Serves him right. He was a funny fuck, tho... Always could make me laugh, even the tightest situations...

Damn you Lenny! Damn you for making me miss you.

"A bug's life" ------------------------------------------------------- 16 Aug 2006, 5:12pm.

Really hated that movie, but the title works. I found a new swarm on the Upper East Side. They have this sweet little spot in a bird bath on 80th between 1st and 2nd. Lots of fast food and slow people, which means little chance of getting a swat. There are days when I really love this city. Today was perfect... 102 and humid as all get out. I picked up a quick nosh off of a Long Island push over about an hour ago. He whined like a girl and swung his arm like it was noodle salad in the hot sun. Life is good. Maybe I'll make a trip downtown tonight, have a couple for Lenny.

"Very bad things" ----------------------------------------------- 20 Aug 2006, 11:20pm.

This is the end, I think... Was out to eat with some young larvae from the new swarm and got a hair up my ass, and... Was showing off to the young guys and we headed downtown... got swatted. Got swatted good. Ended up in a subway grate... manged to fly and crawl back to apartment on 48th... wing definitely broken... legs... oh, legs missing now... blood... blood... everywhere.... I can see Lenny... and... Vito, the Italian guy.... They're... They're waving me home...

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