I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.
So I says to the guy, “Hey man, do you mind if I take a picture if that?” And through a clenched jaw the guy says to me, he says, “I ain’t gonna stop for you to do it.” Apparently he’s got to be someplace important. (at 4th avenue)