July 09, 2002
Nobody writes 'em like they used to
Went to Happy Endings for the Open Mic night.
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Met up with the usual gang there, and some more of the old-skool kids like Gabe showed up, which is always nice. I taught the folks there about the universe, and they taught me about words, and a little about Plato. I've been reading a book Emily gave me for my birthday or x-mas or something over the winter, so that she and I can have a re-match and I can beat her with some original thoughts. Yes I like to win.
I was solicited by a prostitute on the way home. Stopped at a red light with the windows rolled down blasting Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying and singing along relatively in tune, when a woman approached my car from the literally the wrong side of the tracks and offered me her "best trick for $5." She was carrying a bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag and staggering across the street. Needless to say I drove through the red light rather than deal with that sort of nonsense. Luckily there was no traffic trying to get through the intersection at 11:30pm, and I made it through alive. It was a close call, you never know how dangerous a drunken staggering prostitute can be in the middle of this mean old city.







by reid
on March 06, 2011
by reid
on November 23, 2009