Reply to: anon-70792689@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-04-29, 11:02AM EDT
I lived in chelsea and my neighbor had a moustache. A moustache and a big belly and a strong smell of cool spice or old spice, something that filled the small elevator with a very basic, musky smell. It kinda killed me. I remember taking the trash down to the basement trash room and finding him in a big sweaty wife beater spraying finish on his collages. His name was Frank. We had martinis once in his apartment. After I let him hug me for the first time and after we took off our shirts, he made me cry. I used to hang out a lot in gristedes at the time. I was very lonely.
Frank, I'm looking for you. Can i take your portrait?
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