they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

not to put to fine a point on it, + 2004-11-15 = 11:38 p.m.

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We go to Sample on Smith. We make up a drink called Death Rattle. The other patrons at the bar order our made-up drink, the Death Rattle. It is terrible and toxic. Lemon juice & lemon wedges & horseradish & bourbon. Toxic & excellent because it calls to mind skulls & black death & last dying gasps...NO, really what it makes one think of is those horrible concoctions thrown together at high school parties before any of us had the good sense not to mix peach tree with butter shots and whatever "real stuff" the the parents had lying about (gin, vodka,wine).

So yes. Talk about what fruits are "in" and what fruits are on the "outskirts" with some boys at one end of the bar. (At the other end a man with a handsome accent is sweating over the extra dollop of horseradish he asked to be added to his drink.) Out: the pear, the plum, mangoes.

Afterwards, walk one block home and the foyer of our building smells mysteriously like moth balls. Moth balls would be so seriously out if they were a fruit.

(unrequited crush: andrew bird. every night arrive home to dinner by ben & andrew bird's voice in our speakers.)

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