The Garden serves decent Sushi but I've never eaten there. It's downtown. Inside they have a separate, two level lounge and karaoke bar. The place is dark with deep maroon booths that smell of smoke and soy sauce. It was packed, mostly with office gangs and J. Crews.
I had no idea I was such a Joe Jackson fan. The crowd, they loved me. Happy go drunkies have low standards.
"Sorry we couldn't find a Mexi Mart."
"Hey, I'm goooood."
"What happened to you."
"What do you mean?"
"You're different."
Zaley nuzzled my arm.
"And you , Zaley, are too true to be good."
She looked at me, serious. But a smile ballooned and betrayed her. She laughed.
"I missed you."
Seriously? Now? Whatever it was the universe had in store it was going to have to wait because I had to piss.
"Likewise."
I ran away to the men's room. I almost fell over whilst watering the urinal. My feet felt light.
"You're in it. You're in it good."
I thought I was alone. Somebody was in the stall.
"Hey, man I just came in to wee wee."
"You should leave while you can. They want your power."
I wanted to find out who the fuck was talking but three Sake bombers kept me at my post.
I heard the door slam behind me. I finished and ran out of the pisser and into Zaley.
"Hey, tiger."
She kissed me, good.
"Uh, hi."