Friday, March 29, 2002

not that manhattan

the rumors are definitely not true. but I can't testify to anything because the facts aren't clear. my memory is blurred. long day, sore muscles, pills, shots, pints, some new drug called "pretty girl talking to me"

about what? good question.

hmm. work, gambino names, places, why Italy, she did her best to be herself, with astonishing precision. flawless flirtation.

and her cb'ing office buddy. what was his name? yeah pal, I get it. she came here with you. ok, grabby guy, we're having a conversation.
down boy.

he's a lucky dog.

from end to beginning: _____zzzzzz. bed. car. booth. (I don't remember.) gotta go. Keep them guys away. Ciao. Italy. Chicago. Money. Foundation. Invitations. Bloomburg. NYC. Graphic Designer. I'm older, no, I'm older. Ally, like Ally McBeal. Sit down, you're making me nervous.

or did it start before that? 

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