Hell's Kitchen Is A Strange Place To Find Heaven

New York City NY

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10th Avenue, corner pocket. You asked for a light and I happened to be there. I was on the brink of one too many, you were friendly on West 50th. We shared a cigarette and talked about MacDougal and star signs. I didn't tell you, but when you gave the cigarette back to me it was damp and a little gross. You left in a cab with your friends rushing goodbye's at me (no hard feelings for the stink eye) but it happened too quick for me to process. And I can't stop thinking about the pattern on your shirt and that maybe not asking for your number was a bad thing. If you see this and remember, tell me what I said about dive bars.