this morning #2035.

this morning, all that remained of the memory of what went down in the waning hours of last night was a few dozen mostly blurry photos on my phone. of the ones that weren’t blurry, one in particular stood out. i was flanked on either side by two well-dressed men. way out of my league. i was the only one smiling. wide. both of their faces were steely. inhuman in a way that implied impatience. possibly russian. russian mob. sporting lots of gold. no clue what was i doing with those two. i recall talking to a bunch of different people last night. social butterfly floating around the party on a martini cloud. i sent the pic to a friend who was also there. his reply: UM…YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHO THEY ARE? yikes. maybe i don’t.