jason is quickly bored and calls over two hookers.
Lisa leaves and jason asks me to walk a few blocks and check out his new apartment "fucking sick pad, bro, sick" - unable to deal with any more of this shit without backup, i text the address to bryan and john they meet up and we sit in jason's super large, super minimalist, picture-window-overlooking-the-city apartment shooting the shit and drinking johnnie walker blue label. here's the conversational breakdown at dinner:Ģ0 minutes: comparing features on their new blackberries.Ĥ0 minutes: the new zagat guide and the city's best restaurants.Ģ0 minutes: glib commentary on people we grew up with. jason told me that lisa, another old friend, would be joining. fuck it, i'm a sentimental guy, and it's nice to catch up - even with a wall street douchebag. Jason, an old high school buddy, knew i was in manhattan for a few nights and asked to meet up for dinner.
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