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Published on Mar 5, 2010
http://mattmunisteri.com/ In the summer of 2006 a film crew from ARTE television in France stealthily slipped into the New York City, where upon they quickly crossed the East River and stormed the waterfront of my ancestral homeland, the Borough of Kings. Of course, it being between a Thursday and a Tuesday, and between the hours of 9:37am and 7:42pm, I was naturally seated next to accordionist Will Holshouser, staring admiringly into the one way mirror that I've installed (in lieu of the window which once served to only display the sagging under-garments-strewn clotheslines of my neighbors) playing Van Dyke Parks songs. Using the hemp-like ribbons of morning glories which lattice the rear wall of my building, our camera-toting Gallic interlopers were thus able to climb the four stories to my fire escape, whereupon they proceeded to film an entirely oblivious me, in my most naked and private moments. Moments now forever violated. Moments I reserve for you, dear youtuber.