the other night, i was in union square, training to bartend in what a good friend of mine describes as a sweathole. i get through it by telling myself how much i love to write and how this will afford me the time. the clientelle was interesting; a mixture of international sailors and preppy happy hour fanatics. sure, i'd rather be working somewhere in brooklyn- or not serving drinks at all, but i was getting along fine until i heard this:
"...and i just told her, i'm PRO-CHOICE. i'd date a black guy."
after that, i just started looking at my watch every five minutes.
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Ariele and I are clearly exercising our pro-choice rights.
thank goodness it's constitutionally allowed. i'd hate for you to have to abort your love.
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