another convo
she's sitting alone at a table of strangers. i'm one of those strangers. i'm wearing a black sweater and listening to the jazz on stage. this band is kind of shitty. i catch her staring at me.

he says: maybe we should talk to her. i feel kind of bad. she's just sitting there all by herself.

i say: you go ahead. i don't really like a lot of people.

he says: but what if she's really interesting.

i say: i'm willing to take my chances.

and i sit back, light another cigarette, and watch him make awkward conversation. the shitty jazz band plays on and i'm free to stare.