I tried to get Eumi’s head into this shot too
but sometimes you have to make sacrifices.

Today’s soundtrack: you would know why I ask you
Today at 8:02pm: In fifth gear on the Henry Hudson.


Today I went on a long drive upstate. It was raining and I had more random but inconclusive flashbacks.

In high school, right, my best friend was dating this girl. She and I got along pretty well and sometimes we’d stay up late talking on the phone. My friend and I were so tight it wasn’t an issue.

This girl’s father was an undercover cop, a narc. He told her not to tell anybody what he did for a living, not even her friends because it could accidentally get him killed, but she told me. She told me because she trusted me. I remember being flattered but thinking she was crazy.

Last night I left the bar before 1am. It was Cia’s party for GenerationRice, at Happy Ending. This one suuuuupercute Asian girl walked in but you just knew she was going to be annoyingly difficult to engage. Some girls you can tell right away. I think it’s what happens when a girl has been sought after her entire life.

There was another cute single girl in there but she was somebody’s sister (aren’t they all) and I found out she was only 21. Earlier I tried talking to her for a little but I accidentally called her by her sister’s name and that was that. Sisters love it when you do that.

I left early because I had to get up early the next morning. I didn’t even bother trying to talk to the cute girl two paragraphs up, though Shady took one look and resolved to meet her. I think every guy in the bar who caught a glimpse of her did the same.

(Hours later, back in the apartment, Shady told me he approached her and engaged for all of three seconds before she pulled the ripcord. At least he tried.)

I walked out with John & Jiae. Lam and Tone came outside a moment later and ran into this other Asian girl who was less on the cute side and more on the beautiful side.

Her name was something like Chanaya and she was Indonesian. A real stunner. Turns out Lam and Tone went to high school with her so they spent a few minutes catching up. Then she went inside and all of us left.

Shady staggered in relatively early, I think it was around 3am. I came into the kitchen to get a glass of water. “How was it,” I mumbled.

“Good,” he said. “Met this byooootiful Indonesian girl. Chandra? Chendaya, something like that, I dunno. Got her number though.”

“Did you talk to that cute girl [eight paragraphs up]?”

“Yo man I think I got out two sentences and she just ran away, ran away,” he said. I hate being right.