Perhaps some of the answer lies in this (revealing) dream my girlfriend had last night: “I dreamed that you died. Then you called me and asked if I could post some things for you.”
He said “No.”
She said “Yes.”
He said “Oh.”
Seen at Lincoln Center.
Sex and the City
Seen in Williamsburg
“Why are you dancing?”
“I just saw my wife across the street.”
“Some girl asked if I sold drugs. So I asked her if she sold slaves.”
When I took this photograph, I was 100% convinced that I’d discovered a girl having a passionate conversation with a pile of luggage. Much to my disappointment, there ended up being some sort of recording device on top of the pile.
You’ve got to try anything to get an edge on the competition.
The Buddy System