June 3, 2001
Yesterday, the guy a the bodega around the corner asked me if I could tell a fake watch when I see one. This isn't so strange on it's own, a sort of normal question, I guess, but I was wearing a stained, ripped shirt with bedhead and stoned demeanor. I wasn't even wearing my 15 dollar sanrio watch, or socks. What made him think that I was reliable? We have the neighborhood small talk down, and recognize each other, but that's it. I guess I have a more reliable and worldly face than I thought. The watch was a fake.