It was another humid warm day on Sunday and I was exhausted after doing laundry, then going into Manhattan to get a haircut, then grabbing a bite with Dutch in Chinatown. On my walk home from the train, a girl walked past me, in her own world. She carried a small foldable lawn/beach chair, with colorful stripes. The fun little chair belied the grim "fuck you" look on her face. "Geez, why do people wear flip-flops in the city?", I thought, as she hurried forward.
Above her is Ronnie, my little assistant, now fully dressed. I gave her a sort of 60s mod Cilla Black/Patti Boyd look.
-Henry
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