Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Big Apple Redemption.

Sit down, order food, the meal arrives in six minutes. Eat. Take the
check to the hostess, and she waves me off. "Today, it's on us," she
says. "We'll see you tomorrow."

Of course you will.

Now, I'm off to smoke. I've even got a little extra time to go buy
some socks.

1 comment:

Gahsennenhawi said...

They better be some cool friggin socks.