March 28, 2003
THANKSGIVING. We ended up in a dive called the Cermak. Left to my instincts, I drift toward places like this. If you ate a slice of pizza off the floor and signed a waiver, the bartender let you drink free ‘til close. Eric and I both drank free from 9:30 on. We compared notes on women and cities we'd both seen. Then he started talking about whatever get-rich-quick scheme he had going, and I lost interest. I struck a match and lit up the label I'd pulled off a spent bottle. Back at my apartment, the toilet slowly froze over.