Today at Gem Spa, the East Village's stalwart newsstand and egg cream hotspot:
Gawker: "Hey, so, do you have the new Radar by any chance?"
Guy behind counter: "Radar?" Blink. "They still do that?"
Gawker: "Yeah, it's coming back!"
Guy: "It's been a long time."
Gawker: "It's been like a year."
Guy: "Huh." Sudden look of disinterest.
Also their cigarettes were eight dollars. Which is still less than two copies of Radar will be! Because you'll be so excited by the time it arrives next week that you'll totally buy two and then take them home and roll around on them like a golden lab covered in moose scat! Nipples might be tweaked, oh so gently!















