When I’m walking down the street during a particularly amusing evening, I can’t help but think: Do night owls vomit the skeletons of drug addicts and prostitutes? Do the successful night owls prey on the misfortune of the unfortunate? Only to vomit they’re hard work later in the very same gutter? I shake these questions from my head as I pass another girl walking down the street, except, she was busy doing her job and I enjoying the evening with my friends.
July 17, 2009