the punk meets the godfather.
Someone who I thought I could consider my friend unceremoniously put me in my place while I was drooling over who was arguably the hottest girl in Ukrainian Village at the time.
What? You mean to tell me I'M NOT ASIAN?
Look, "friend," I wore khakis and combed my hair because we went to a horrendously expensive uppity restaurant beforehand, that YOU CHOSE.
Oh, man, wait. I own khakis.
Dammit.
listening to: bob marley
in my sink: 1 bowl, 1 spoon, 1 cup.
"Friend:" "She only likes Asian punk guys."
Me: "Well two out of three ain't bad."
"Friend:" (looking me up and down) "You're a guy. What's the other one?"
What? You mean to tell me I'M NOT ASIAN?
Look, "friend," I wore khakis and combed my hair because we went to a horrendously expensive uppity restaurant beforehand, that YOU CHOSE.
Oh, man, wait. I own khakis.
Dammit.
listening to: bob marley
in my sink: 1 bowl, 1 spoon, 1 cup.
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