Where is the farmers’ market? or, That in which I am not lonely on a patio

Sure I can sit down. My distracted, besandaled tablemate will not stop smoking and coughing, deeply. I flinch, each time, partly out of a reflexive disgust and partly because I hope he’ll notice and excuse himself and I’ll smile big and say “No worries” even though I don’t usually say that or smoke and then I’ll be the cool one- the one he’ll write about or want. Andre keeps making phone calls that go unanswered, soliciting crew members for a new Baroness music video that he’s producing, it’s going to be kick ass, he’s so psyched, get back to him. Of course I’ve heard of them, they came through DC a while back, yeah, at a house show, it might have been Baltimore, I don’t remember, maybe it was The Duchess and the Duke, that must’ve been it, I don’t remember.