On July fifteenth, just before midnight, I pulled in front of Lucy’s house. As we had called ahead, she sat waiting on the front stoop, smoking and drinking a beer.
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I stood on the corner, scanning a cluster of people preparing to cross the street. Some had wet hair, some held coffee mugs.
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A journalism student assigned to write a profile of an interesting person asked me to be his subject.
There are two things a right-thinking fellow shouldn’t have to pay for in New York City: blowjobs and haircuts.
Three years in, this conversation shows no sign of ending. No matter the meanderings or dead-ends or cul-de-sacs at which we arrive, there are a never-ending supply of detours in the forms of “yes, but” or “and, also” to get us back on track (or is it off track?) in our determination to try every path afforded by deep insight, mindless observation or the discovery of some story left untold.
I recognized her from across the street and waved. She smiled and waved back. He nodded. I nodded in response.
“That’s too funny,” Sandra said. She lifted her wine glass. “Her ‘expensive face.’ That’s too much!” She sipped cabernet.
Lolita opened her laptop. “Look how small and shiny it is!” she beamed. “I love my new toy. It makes me say ‘Eeeee!’”“Viviane says it’s really great,” I nodded.