"About" Jeff Fried is written in 3 unrelated forms:
I left Virginia
my quiet home in the woods
to walk Manhattan
I unscrewed the cap and just as the juice hit my lips the doorbell rang its nasty and imperfect interval.
Ding-dung.
Still half-asleep, I kept the juice to my lips as I crossed from the tile floor to the wood floor and over to see who was ringing my doorbell on a Saturday morning at such an ungodly hour. Conveniently, it was two mormon girls doing their monthly rounds. I stood there realizing I was in my underwear as they asked me for my opinion on Jesus.
Some people are doctors.
Some people are lawyers.
Other people take out the trash.
I take photographs.