GIRLS

I passed Jemima Kirke on the sidewalk in Brooklyn yesterday.
She was with her kids and husband and seemed to be enjoying a quiet stroll on a sunny afternoon.

I've seen a lot of entertainment folks walking around the hood over the years, and I usually treat them the same as any Brooklynite.

But yesterday, I almost sold out...

As I passed Ms. Kirke, I reached down into my jacket pocket and grabbed a copy of my audio companion Virtual Boyfriend. It's my latest creation to offer my voice to the world, and like any good salesman, I usually have a copy on hand.

I thought about turning around, introducing myself and handing her the CD.
I could tell her how I really dig GIRLS and how it would be great if she could mention my groovy album to anyone she thought needed some manly talk.

Then I thought if I were her, the last thing I'd want on a brunchy Sunday afternoon is some dude pitching his shit to me while I hang out with my family.

So, I walked on...

Back to the drawing board.