I was sitting at an outdoor cafe, smoking a cigarette, reading Baldwin's Nobody Knows My Name, killing time before a dinner date with my Boston friend. Roxy Music's "More Than This" played overhead. I saw a teal Mercedes drive by. At least I thought it was teal.
More than this...
A man approached me from the other side of the waist high metal bars that kept me from the sidewalk.
"Wanna try Axe Body Spray's new scent, Ripped Abs?"
I exhaled a couple smoke rings. I saw a man at another table, as if from a bygone era, in a suit with shoulder pads, his hair slicked back in a pony tail, talking into a huge Zack Morris cellphone. I pointed him out to the whisper thin fella offering me the Ripped Abs.
"Want me to stick the antenna to that guy's phone up your ass?"
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