Monday, April 12, 2010

Pokerfaces

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❝We all perform. It's what we do for each other all the time, deliberately or unintentionally. It's a way of telling about ourselves in the hope of being 
recognized as what we'd like to be.❞
Richard Avedon



We tumble out of the cab. I'm clutching my stomach and heaving like a cracked-out hyena. She thanks him over and over. Life-saver he really is. I'm still in character, slurring words that tell how much I want pizza, as a bystander observes, "Rough night huh?" We look up and straighten up. I'm now composed, "Not yet, I was just acting like I was too drunk to walk, to get a free cab." She asks him for a cigarette, he shakes his head and hands her one. I ask him for one, he pulls a gun.


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SuckitbySina

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