Chicken Pot Pie
You're walking home from a photo shoot on a Sunday afternoon, and as you turn onto your otherwise empty block, you see a dude heading towards you. He happens to have just walked past your brownstone, which is on a street that is only one block long. For no apparent reason, you look up at him as you walk by and he seems oblivious, lost in thought, and that moment you pass him is the moment you realize something and you say to yourself: Holy shit. That was that friend of an acquaintance I met at that bar one night last summer, made out with in front of my apartment with no real intention of inviting him over and letting him stick it in, but I groped him over the pants anyway just for informational purposes, then sent him home, and then in messy, drunken fun-time with Kyuti the next night I said he looked like chicken pot pie.
