email from soho

...this town/apex of civilization/whatever-youwanna-call-it is pretty cool. i find a lot of closed doors, having little money and virtually no connections with which to open them, but i am surviving, slinging the ol' espresso in SoHo, one of the sibling fashion capitols of the world. the store [ pictured above ] is on the busiest intersection, with modeling agencies stretching in all cardinal directions which means a) the prices at the store is mad whack, b) disgustingly dumb pretty people walk in as the center of the universe. i must admit, i occasionally gravitate toward a celestrial body... unexpected perk #1: served Robin Williams a double espresso even though he didn't need it. u.p. #2: heckled Quentin Tarantino while hawking lemonade on sidewalk (note: heckle=offered with great timbre and volume). u.p. #3: shared an elevator with Milla Jovavich and intensely imagined saying "hi" or "chicken good."

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