One might fancy this a response to a dirty proposition. The real explanation is too hard for me to give succinctly. Jory, feel free in the comments.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
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once upon a time, jo and amy lined their long harlem hallway with memorable words. now apart, their quote wall lives here.
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I came home one day shorly after moving into my new apartment and found my dirty hippie of a new roommate asleep on the couch in the living room.
He had nodded off while eating a plate full of nachos and salsa -- one of the many dishes he learned how to make in Guatemala. At any rate, the salsa and chips were now spread all over his thrift store t-shirt.
When I came in, he bolted awake and started doing that thing where you talk too fast and cram too many thoughts into one sentence because you think it will disguise the fact that you were just asleep.
The thoughts here quoted were mine as I ignored his rambling and drifted up the stairs to my room, completely ignorant of the two months of sheer hell that were to follow.
I only wish this were a response to an indecent proposal, perhaps on a back road, in the mezzanine of some seedy taqueria? Picante!
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