The funniest conversation overheard this weekend:
“So he was funny?”
“And really hot?”
“Yes, so hot. So very hot. Except…”
“Well I met him at the Jersey Shore.”
“So…when we kissed, I smelled self-tanner.”
How to become a literary, a luminary, to know and feel a sparkling flash of purpose and sense of self? In college, I dreamt of becoming a big city fish. In New York, I'm finding that everyone's a piranha.