18+

I am officially ten years older than adults.

Or, I am ten years older than people who are legally considered adults.

That makes me feel old.

A Knight in $20 bill Armor...

Really?

I mean.....REALLY?!?

OK then, fine. Give me $20. For a cab that I am choosing to take.

But yes, if it makes you feel better, then fine--I will take your goddamn money. And the cabbie who will reap the benefits of a most generous tip and I will be forever in your debt....

OK, that is a lie.

Maybe that cabbie will?

But I.

Will.

NOT.

Yes.

You are a gentleman.

Thank you for the drinks.

Yes.

You kept me company.

Thank you for the generic conversation.

But at any point did I lead you to believe that it would be more than a drink or conversation?....or more than that, DID I LEAD YOU TO BELIEVE IT WOULD BE MORE THAN A DRINK OR CONVERSATION?!

I think not.

So yes,

I appreciate you being polite.

I am being sincere when I say "no, you don't really need to do this, it's REALLY ok..."

but if you won't listen

be sure as hell, I will TAKE your money and cab my ass home.

Moments

And then you are in the moment.

And you know it's a moment.

So you're taking it in...

Because you don't want to miss it.

Or forget it.

But you know you'll remember.

Someday.

You will come back to this.

--this moment--

and you'll think

and you'll say

"I remember this time"

And it will always be good.

And perfect.

A moment.

So this is a moment that is happening.

and then he spoke.

Easter in BK

Beautiful.

Delicious.

Stories.

The 'biz'.

Candles.

Insult.

Love.

Wine.

Amaretto.

Coffee w/ dessert.

More wine.

Sophisticated.

Adult.

Stories.

Great stories.

Timeless.

Music.

Genuine.

Forks.

Dinner party.

New York.

Cheese.

Life.

Appreciation.

Here.

Vino Tinto

I used to not like wine.

Well, the smell of wine. It reminded me of sitting on my aunt's lap.

Her breath smelled like wine.

And of my Grandma.

Who always smelled like wine.

I loved them both. Very much.

They are gone now.

They smelled like wine.

I loved them.

Now I love wine.

It's a little ironic that what used to cause my pain now numbs it.

Irony in a glass.

A delicious glass of pain numbing irony.