“Was heading to Bushwick Country Club and saw you emerge from liquor store on Grand St. carrying a handle of whiskey in one hand and a bag of white cheddar Smartfood popcorn in the other. You: ragged, paint-splattered sweatshirt, tousled brown hair, dark circles under eyes, cigarette dangling from mouth. Me: Lanky dude in funky glasses wearing a Slint shirt. I smiled and you gave me a bone-chilling death look. Let me know what brand of whiskey you were carrying so I know it’s you and not some psycho. I never post these, btw.”
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