As many of us often fail to realize, the City of New York is comprised of five boroughs. We go to the Bronx for Yankees games and to Queens to fly off to God-knows-where, so the third and fourth pieces of the puzzle are accounted for from time to time. But what of Staten Island? What is this place so thick with nail salons and testosterone? And who are these people - these ferry riders and eyebrow threaders? What are they thinking? What do they feel in their isolated little hearts, tucked away so neatly in New Dorp and Tottenville?

The actual goodbye may be instant. A woman storms out of the bedroom, leaving behind her startled boyfriend caught naked with her best friend. But it is not until much later, the scorned lover completely mentally expunges him as she shreds the photographs of them snapped during happier times.

Most importantly, where do they express a brand of creativity that could only be spawned in the shadow of a massive mound of shit? In the Staten Island Advance, of course!

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow [SILive]

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