re: The Sharing Economy (Disco Biscuits content)

I didn't bother with Brownie. He's the kind of guy that probably hung out on Bourbon before late-nighting at Goldmine.

I did end up catching up with Magner after he saw my facebook message. Did some dabs at his place in the quarter. From there we had Ramos Gin Fizz's and Pimm's Cups at Carousel, caught Uber to R Bar, and then, in a daze, walked all the way to The Saint; where we sat at the bar with daiquiri's watching those fricked-up B-film horror movies behind the bar. He was hitting on some black broad who looked like she had the gay-plague and one of her homeboys kept calling Aron a jew. Magner was dishing it out too. Ended up leaving before someone got stabbed. Then it was a yellow cab back to his hotel where I slept on the floor, eating his leftover pizza crust, and watching him intently as he fell to sleep. When I woke he was gone and the crotch of my underwear was crusty.