June 30, 2004
He is Marlboro man in tube socks puddled around his calves. I wouldn't know he's Marlboro man, but it's written on his shirt. His friend's shirt reads Est. 1963. The friend says he has to go and walks away fast. Tube socks man wants to chew my ear. He says his girlfriend lives in that building over there. He points. It's a nice building, clean, I suppose, about five stories high, with balconies, and he says she lives up on the fifth floor. She's carrying his baby. I nod. I wouldn't have stopped, but he asked me for a cigarette.