Coltrane Motion
Right before closing at Model I was about to turn on drunken auto-pilot. You can tell when you’re on auto-pilot if you wake up the next morning and everything is hazy but you’re in your own bed, you’ve got your pajamas on, and the mealy taste of have chewed chips is noticeably absent from your mouth. Perhaps your functioning was impaired, but your instincts were still in tact.
So, I was preparing to cruise when a girl walked up to me. She said hi; I said hi back. We chatted it up a bit and although the glaze over her eyes was blocked by her glasses, her gentle teetering was unmistakable. All the obligatory questions were asked and then she asked me if I wanted to go do coke in the bathroom. She told me she’s not a coke-head though; she only does it every couple weeks. I said, that’s good. Now, I don’t have much desire to piss in the bathroom at Model let alone blow a couple lines and I respectfully declined. She then offered me a cigarette, but I don’t smoke. (Maybe I’m a square?)
The night ended with a new number added to my phone and her standing perilously close to my face for an uncomfortably long time. I said bye and she said that I’d better call her. I said I would (although I probably won’t) and departed for brighter pastures.
That girl was gliding through the drunken skyes, blissfully unaware and function impaired. Good for her.
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(Photo: Stillframe)
