Keram (keram_aponyi) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-07-28 07:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | keram aponyi |
Who: Keram • OPEN
What: Indisposable income.
Where: Williamsburg • Fette Sau
When: Saturday, early evening.
Warnings: TBD
Status: In progress.
After several weeks of spare pay stubs, Keram found himself in need of a good meal, and in that hunger lost all fiscal restraint. The dissolution of a budget happened somewhere in the 'Burg, at some point of passing through a smokey, windswept fragrance while he strolled the streets. In the end, he stood at the maw of Fette Sau, a semi-enclosed cult barbecue joint, converted from a rusted auto garage and priced on the higher end of low-cuisine.
As he begin to walk in, the scoreboard ticked. He had a bed, a roof over his head—no need to worry about that for the month of August. He even had a neighbor who grew; a sweet, attractive woman with eyes so true they couldn't see the lies around them, and that was enough for the lyricist to finally let down his hair and spoil himself. Free weed was free, even from a blind woman who came pretty easily.
Keram could afford this treat; his knotting stomach, in fact, insisted.
All the clothes he possessed could fill one medium duffel bag, so it wasn't docked in the most polished threads that Keram stepped into the place. A pair of ancient jeans, knees in the clear, and a threadbare henley topped by a velour scarf wrapped several times around his neck—his visceral ode to below-freezing subways. Something in his Chippewa-Romani blood kept him from sweating. His booted steps came to a slower cadence when he noticed the line ahead, and he smiled, assuming queue.