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Me:Do you remember when we went to see Tao Lin do a reading at the [unnamed] Manhattan book store?

You:Yes and after we went to one of those hookah places on Allen Street.

Me:Don't remind me, I projectile vomited in their bathroom.

You:Really?

Me:Unfortunately.

You:You know, that was the first night I felt like, you know, wow, I am in 'New York fucking City.'

Me:That was the first night I felt like wow, 'I have thrown up in so many public bathrooms.'

You:We never talk like this anymore.

Me:We never talk like what anymore?

You:You know, joke about the lame shit we used to do. Don't you with things could have worked out between us?

Me:I can't believe we went to that book reading almost a year ago. I feel like a fully disgruntled New Yorker now.

You:That didn't take long at all. Did you ever read the book?

Me:The American Apparel book? Yeah. It was short and I found the the entire book experiential.

You:I don't think I got it.

Me:Thats too bad I think I more-or-less enjoyed it. It took me a while to finally get around to reading it so yeah.

You:Yeah.

Me:Did I ever tell you that I have seen Tao Lin so many times near NYU.

You:Was he on his way to Bobst Library?

Me:Probably, I swear the guy must think I am stocking him. I am sure he recognizes me. I try to send him Facebook posts hoping he will look at my profile picture and remember me.

You:Why do you care if he remembers me?

Me:I don't know, It would be cool. I want him to be like "Hey, I know you from the internet." and I might reply, "Hey, I know you from the internet/your books."

You:That might happen.

Me:Or not, I want to read the new book.

You:There is another book? Damn that was fast.

Me:Yeah, I don't think I could 'crank' out two books in two years.

You:We should try and see him again.

Me:Maybe and maybe he will recognize me and say 'Hey, I wanted to tell you somethings all those times I saw you,' and I would reply 'Oh yeah? Well I want to know what you are about to say.'

You:I really hope that happens for you.

Me:I really hope that I don't come off as a weird stalker.

You:I really hope you are kidding about all of this.

Me:I really hope that I am too.

You:Do you think the new book will be the same kind of thing as the last one?

Me:I am not sure. I am sure I will read it and like it regardless of content or value.

You:That is a lot of confidence.

Me:I am willing to commit my self to the notion that Tao Lin is favorable.

You:So will you start drinking Iced Coffee from Think?

Me:Nah, I am a hot coffee person but always Think.

You:Do you think Mickey Rourke drinks Think Coffee?

Me:No way, that guy is crazy. Have you seen his movies?

You:Yeah, he is pretty good.

Me:Pretty good, the guy is fucking crazy.

You:But don't you think he drinks coffee?

Me:The guy most likely eats small children.

You:I don't think that is accurate.

Me:I have to get off this thing.

You:Me too.

[some hours later]

Me:You still up?

You:Yeah. Always.

Me:I've been thinking about Mickey Rourke.

You:I don't find that hard to believe.

Me:I have decided I don't think he is that scary. I just started imaging him dressed as a teddy bear or another fuzzy creature.

You:And that is what changed your mind?

Me:Yes. I think he might be good with kids or small animals.

You:You want to see if he will baby sit next week for your 'kids?'

Me:I am not sure if I would be ready for such a 'commitment.'

You:Clearly you aren't.

[some hours later]

You:I tried to read Tao Lin's book.

Me:Shoplifting from American Apparel?

You:Yeah, I can't/won't think I will finish it.

Me:You should try.

You:I don't think I like the syntax.

Me:That is a shame. I think you are making a big mistake.

You:It sounds too much like some people I know, it kind of freaks me out.

Me:Maybe that is the point?

You:I do not see any point right now honestly. I am more-or-less unhappy with my experience.

Me:I guess its not for everyone. You will like Richard Yates.

You:But it hasn't come out yet. I don't think I 'get' Tao Lin's books.

Me:I don't think there is anything really to 'get.' That is less-or-more a shitty excuse.

You:Well excuse me.

Me:Sorry, sorry. I got carried away. Did I tell you my great-grandfather was a bear-knuckle fighter on the docks in lower Manhattan during the Depression.

You:What the hell, no?

Me:Oh, I saw my grandfather this week and he told me all about this guy. He was basically the greatest person who ever lived/died.

You:Because of the Depression fighting?

Me:No, because he apparently killed a guy.

You:Wow, that is nuts is it true?

Me:It's supposed to be. I do not care if it is true or not. He is awesome, cooler than Mickey Rourke for sure.

You:Still thinking about Mickey Rourke?

Me:Haha, yes I can't stop. I can't stop imagining him walking one of those kids on a leash. I love it.

You:Your so lame.

Me:I can handle that. But your lucky I don't bear-knuckle fight you for talking to me like that.

You:Yeah, that will be the day.

Me:Lower Manhattan in the Depression. I can't even fathom what that was like.

You:I bet it was pretty shitty.

Me:More-or-less.

You:I am going to try to go bed. Lets meet up at Think Coffee this week.

Me:I would like that. Spanish latte and grilled cheese.

You:I am glad we caught up on this thing. I hate the interweb, you know.

Me:Me too.

You:You too.

[some hours later]

Me:You around?

[minutes later]

Me:You there?

[minutes later]

Me:You ignoring me?

[minutes later]

Me:Liars In Love.

[minutes later]

You:The book? or Us?