I ran into an old friend of mine. I haven’t seen him in years, even though he only lives 7 or 8 blocks away. He’s a sweet guy.
This is Anthony. He’s an artist.
He lives in East Williamsburg.
He does visual art. Drawings, paintings, photography.
It’s how he makes his money. He’s a gay role model.
He wanted to come over and bake quiche. Sounded good to me.
Anthony is a vegetarian. We made a broccoli, mushroom, and green pepper quiche – with spicy jack cheese.
We spiced the veggies with Smoked Hungarian Paprika as they broke down in the skillet.
Then we spontaneously took our clothes off.
I know what you’re thinking. Spontaneously?
You’re right. It was totally contrived. Sue me. Wait. Don’t. People have already threatened that.
Don’t sue me.
Anthony used to be a regular of mine when I worked Tuesday nights at R Bar.
I used to throw a fun party there. The Pajama Party.
Everyone always forgot their pajamas.
So we ran around in our undies.
I asked him to draw something.
I have chalkboard walls in the kitchen.
People draw stuff, sometimes. He drew that poor British child with the noose around his neck.
We had a great time. He had to leave right after we took the quiche out.
He took a slice to go, and ate it on the way to his therapist’s office.
Anthony and I had fun. It’s nice to see an old friend, and to hear they’re prospering.
Please enjoy the photos, and remember to enjoy the quiche. Jerks.