The wine: extortion, the food: plastic, my outfit: very matrix.
I’m drunk in the airport wearing a black turtleneck, black leggings, black boots, and a black trench coat that I bought during what was probably some kind of episode 1 hour ago on Broadway.
When I say that I am drunk, I mean that I am drinking $22 lukewarm merlot out of a plastic Pepsi cup …
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