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There was a time
when this city meant more
than just the drudgeries
of a life that could be lived anywhere.

I saw his face on the screen today. I have forgotten to look for it. It's been so many years since that summer on the roof -- we took a cab one hundred miles to Brooklyn and brought beer without an opener and couldn't wait till we arrived. The party was sweaty and loud and full of promise. Anyway, it's forever ago, I barely recognize your face, would I even know your eyes if I saw them in the street? For one full week I was star struck but whatever. You played the guitar in a band and had a fixie, such a cliche.

I could really use a drink.