sally

'Can I have sex with you', she said seductively sucking my fingers.
'Girl. You're crazy!', I said laughing it off.

We'd been introduced five minutes ago...

miaow mix

I smile and think of you every time I put on my black coat, that is still a bit stiff from laying in the sweet sticky splash of coctail spilt on the bar floor beneath the podium. The stripper's navel and bared skin that I became faced with climbing out from beneath the stripping stand. I do not remember her face. I remember I told her she was beautiful. I felt she needed the compliment. I gave her three bucks and staggered on - tunnel vision.

Too drunk for work for the first time in my life.
I think of you when I think of hangovers.

I fondly reminisce the taxi rides and money spent crusing around town in damp cottony summer breeze and distinct stench of Manhattan, as we rolled the windows down and explored all the gay bars listed in your latest Time Out magazine.