Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even kinda true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Thursday, October 24, 2013
"Yo," his girlfriend says, after he holds forth for a few minutes on the virtues of hip-hop and its environs, "Harlem sucks." I'm only sort of sure they're together, but I don't want to turn and look at them, even though I'm pretty certain she's baiting him, and they want people to notice.
"How you gonna say you grew up never knowing who Aerosmith is?" she says later. "Steven Tyler?"