The cigarettes I bought that day in Vancouver were Viceroys. I’d often noticed them in the shirt pockets of gas-station attendants and, no doubt, thought that they’d make me appear masculine, or at least as masculine as one could look in a beret and a pair of gabardine pants that buttoned at the ankle. Throw in Ronnie’s white silk scarf and I needed all the Viceroy I could get, especially in the neighborhood where this residence hotel was.I love him.
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5 comments:
I don't know this writer. Must keep an eye out for him, I like that little excerpt.
PS. What the hell does "narthex" mean? That was the Hangman word I got hung on.
David Sedaris is a scream! Google him. His sister, Amy is also funny.
Narthex? WTF? Hangman's cool. =)
I have Amy's entertainment book. What a hoot!
Oh, Shirl, I bet it is. She is truly an original.
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