Storming through the party like my name was El ninio When I’m hangin’ out drinking in the back of an El Camino As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name. I trashed my own house party cause no body came.
Headphones in and the world fallen away to white noise. Ryan was utterly oblivious to any passerby.
Clarissa was patently unused to making her way down a street, be it on Fifth or in Brooklyn, without a path cleared for her even in the busiest of crowds. She walked with purpose, and for those who had only the slightest impression she was someone of significance, they understood enough to step intuitively out of her way. So when this young man came strolling towards her in a busy sidewalk in Manhattan, headphones blaring white noise no doubt, Clarissa came to a standstill, waving her hand beneath his nose until she had his attention.
“Excuse me? Can you hear me? Would you mind taking off the headphones?”











