isaboo posted:

Where - Staten Island Ferry top deck, 2:18PM, Saturday

You - hangin' brain from your cut-off jean shorts, dancing,droppin it like it's hot, wearing an old Pere Ubu t-shirt
Me - mid 40s housewife, wearing Garfield house slippers, smoking super slim menthols, walk of shame, disheveled from the night before

You asked where I was headed, I said I was going to my weekly Wiccan covenstead. Intrigued, you asked if you could accompany me. I said sure, and that your aura is colorful but full of dark desire. You suddenly said you had to feed your baby and pulled a head of cabbage from your bag and went to a lower deck. I couldn't find you when we disembarked. Please meet me again tomorrow, same place.