Wednesday, June 12, 2002

So anyway...
Instead of sitting at the bar during breaks, I find different spots to hover in to pass the time when the room is filled with working girls. This night however I see what looks like a mother introducing her daughter to jazz. How refreshing. At this point they are standing not to far from me. I look over, nod a greeting and go back to smoking and drinking. They come over. The daughter takes my hand and says 'so nice to meet you'. I say the same. She asks' where are you from?. To avoid complications in language I say ' New York'. She says 'ooooh'. Long pause.....then she says' We go to your room now'. HUH?


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