last night, i was smoking a cigarette in front of the alibi—after enjoying making a total njord of myself by chosing the worst possible song to sing for that particular crowd (p.s. hipsters have no clue who patty smith or them are which is dum)…
so i’m standing out front, under the tiki lamps and faux foliage, when a stumbler comes up to bum a cig from i. i say YES! probably a little too loud to be natural, and i am thinking of my new years resolvment; make more people, more uncomfortable, more often. so i told him he had very nice fingernails, and then he asked if that was a compliment. i said yes and then he walked away.
