![]() ![]() Jason (screams): 'get off! get the fuck off!' ![]() five minutes passes and we hear this from jason's bedroom: he hits the bedroom with the cuter of the two me john and bryan sit at the living room table and drink blue label with the other one. jason is quickly bored and calls over two hookers. Lisa leaves and jason asks me to walk a few blocks and check out his new apartment "fucking sick pad, bro, sick" - unable to deal with any more of this shit without backup, i text the address to bryan and john they meet up and we sit in jason's super large, super minimalist, picture-window-overlooking-the-city apartment shooting the shit and drinking johnnie walker blue label. here's the conversational breakdown at dinner:Ģ0 minutes: comparing features on their new blackberries.Ĥ0 minutes: the new zagat guide and the city's best restaurants.Ģ0 minutes: glib commentary on people we grew up with. jason told me that lisa, another old friend, would be joining. fuck it, i'm a sentimental guy, and it's nice to catch up - even with a wall street douchebag. Jason, an old high school buddy, knew i was in manhattan for a few nights and asked to meet up for dinner. ![]()
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