You were audibly from New York, wearing a kickass pair of cowboy boots I identified as Justins, and asked me for a smoke (yellow American Spirit) on the perch. I was in red briefs and New Balances (and not much else). We were going to meet outside to go to the Kenton Club after I closed my tab, but when I walked out front, you were gone. Sorry about it taking so long, the line was hell.
I'd like to get a gin and tonic with you and talk more about onions.
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