Blow

Christmas Sexy

We all stood outside smoking, watching the bodies flip onto the pavement and up against the parallel parked cars. In groups of two they filed out, with heads tucked into bellies, and shirts pulled up onto the shoulders, and the sound of smashing glass not far behind. Later, as verbal reenactments took place, the flashing blue and red lights from the ambulance slapped up against the surrounding buildings as first aid was applied.

Allyn was inside, stumbling around with her boyfriend, and missed it all. I thought it was my ego that had me thinking she was flirting with me last Wednesday. It wasn't fantasy tonight though, it was booze, but it was good for two kisses.

Women seem to take on this nuturing look of love during the holiday season. There's nothing more lovely than seeing them approach as you're about to cross paths on the boulevard. Large paper shopping bags in tow, and usually wrapped around their man's pocketed arm, they look so happy. Dark woolen three quarter length coats with buttons wrapped in leather, smelling of perfume, a little red lipstick, a smile, Fly London shoes, and if there's a little snow falling, look the fuck out.

There was a keg tonight at the gallery that Chic runs, and she poured us beer all night, free of charge. It's my third night straight of this business. I must retire to the cinema tomorrow.

Fountain pop and broken hearts.