If this works I’m going to brown sugar, peaches, and Bourbon. We’ll see what happens. Who knows? My house may become a speakeasy which sounds amazing.
If this works I’m going to brown sugar, peaches, and Bourbon. We’ll see what happens. Who knows? My house may become a speakeasy which sounds amazing.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jason and I’m writing this with an Irish lilt in my voice.
I like black and white movies set in Paris and London.
I like breakfast for dinner at 24-hour diners.
I like classic cocktails with names like Manhattan and Sidecar.
I like wearing my grandfather’s heavy, blue wool overcoat and my father’s gray fedora in the winter.
I like talking baseball with strangers.
I like rooting for the bad guy in heist movies.
I like jazz that sounds like a rainy night in New York.
I like poems about the sea and matters of the heart.
I like women who know how to say fuck because they’re comfortable in their own skin.
I like minimalism though I like too much stuff to be a minimalist.
I like September because it’s gorgeous everywhere.
I like buying the newspaper from a news stand.
I like soul music on Sunday mornings.
I like Coca-Cola in glass bottles.
I like red toes.
I like the Beatles in mono and the Rolling Stones in stereo.
I like the word ‘caper’ when it’s used to describe a crime.
I like women who cook breakfast in my shirt and their underwear.
I like it when they’re referred to as the funny papers.
I like packages wrapped in brown paper and twine.
I like stripped socks.
I like the way middle-aged Italian men dress.
And I like you.
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