perma-headphones. that's the stylo for those of us trying to ward off human contact. it doesn't matter if you're actually listening to something.

but sennheisers notwithstanding, i still had this jamaican dude fronting with me while i was trying to take this picture. he was talking all sorts of crap about how he was going to smoke me out and make me a meatpie. he smelled like a giant beer burp. finally, i just turned to him and said, "if i give you a dollar, will you go away?" he was so taken aback that he actually left, and i was able to stand there, staring at myself in the mirrorworld glass columns of the Hyatt hotel, in relative peace.


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