Wednesday, March 16, 2005

sittin' too close

Why do we invade? The floor is open. Forget the fireplace, forget the ambiance in the rest of the joint--they want to sit next me, in the corner by the window. We're the black entertainment for the week.
Forreal,tho-- do I know you? Why would you sit so close? The whole restaurant is open. There are rows and rows of chairs available. But naw, you got to sit here.Me and my friend ova here mindin' ours, being loud and talkin'. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SIT RIGHT HERE IN OUR FACES (PRENTENDING TO WRITE) WHILE ALL THE WHILE, LISTENING TO OUR SOMETIMES SACRED GIRL TALK?
Go sit ova there.
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