Thursday, May 5, 2011

Drunk in the Afternoon

On 6th Ave, I believe:

I crossed the street with these three, and I don't remember which one noticed the YashMat hanging around my neck. The dude had taken photo classes at some point, and was more than glad to tell me as he staggered in close enough so I could smell his booze-stink breath. I wanted to back away, but for some reason stood pat and took it (proving what point, I have no idea). I didn't ask their names and they didn't take a card, otherwise I wouldn't have written about hops halitosis (or whatever it was he had been swilling).

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