2/7 Getting feds and a robo for my love at the pharmacy, and there’s the man sitting next to the counter in a black blazer, white shirt and embroidered bow tie, walnut pants with a black stripe on the side and shiny black shoes. Blond hair and face of indeterminable age, eyes as big as a thyroid malfunction, definitely a relative of Klaus Kinski. A woman compliments his bow tie and quizzes him, curiously, and he says he’s having auditions, in downtown, this and that. When it’s his turn to get up to the window he leans over and asks for something, it has been approved, he’s sure about that, he called and they said it’s approved, but if somehow the approval didn’t go through, maybe they could give him just one for now and he’ll come back for the rest? He lingers on the other side of the counter when its my turn and compliments and touches my fur coat and I compliment his shoes.