I was walking north in a cream overcoat. Asian, slim and tall. You, a pretty asian girl were walking your white husky near the corner of a condo. Our eyes met. I kept on with a grim
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visage inspite of the urge to break a smile. This city gets one down. It’s not like Basquiat walking the streets of NY circa ‘81 being inspired. I digress...
Would love to meet eyes again; perhaps over a hot steaming bowl of ramen and discuss. Something.