so my reputation may soon be ruined by a momentary lapse in judgement. seth and his queen njina spotted me eating popeye's chicken at union square. they had come in w/their digital cameras in hand ready to document the absurdity of fast-food fried chicken and by the time i saw them it was too late to duck or cover. njina spotted me out of her reconditioned doubledown's just as i had sunk my teeth into my juicy breaded thigh. she stepped back aghast and then called my name. i tried to smile but my mouth was full of dark meat and biscuits. i attempted to explain myself. "i wanted to see how the poor eat," i started. they shook their heads. "it's kitzchy," i attempted. they lowered their heads. "i thought it was vegan," i implored. they averted their eyes, but only long enough as to still have time to get a few choice shots of me attempting to swallow my still copious mouthful. they ran out and i screamed after them, "see you at the candy factory exhibit??" all i could hear over union square's rustling of bradlee's shopping bags was their cacophonous laughter.
2002-02-20 - 9:31 p.m.