I see her downtown every now and again.I see her downtown every now and again. You interested? I'm sure I could--" "Wait, but here's the thing..." So about a week later we were outside Border's bookstore(17th & Walnut here in Philly). Maria pulled on my arm and said, "Rich, I don't know if I can do this. I'm all nervy." "Nervy." "Got any pot?" "No, but you do." "Huh?" "I dropped a joint into your bag before we left." "You." We walked around the corner and found an underground parking lot and smoked the joint. "Much better." "Ready?" She nodded. And then we were upstairs, Maria wearing a flowery skirt and a tie-dyed t-shirt and tiny handcuff earrings. I was in jeans and a jean-jacket. I also had this teal handkerchief stuffed halfway into a pocket. I wasn't *with* Maria, just watching, leafing through an oversized, rather conspicuous book of Mapplethorpe photos over by the espresso bar. Maria was in the gay/lesbian/s&m section, sitting on a bench, riffling through a copy of "Doc and Fluff". |