Portrait of a New Rager at B&N

Posted on January 14, 2004 in Cafes Scoundrels The Orange

He wore a blue suit and a tie that had a yellow slash across the middle. His face looked like W.C. Fields with a lot of plastic surgery around the edges that made it look like he was staring out of a fleshy plate. “That girl looks like poopoo,” he cackled loudly.

“Do you think her mother will run this year?” asked the confident, hawk-nosed barrel of flesh who sat across the table from him.

“No, she’s not going to try until the next time. In 2008.”

I looked at the loudmouth’s hands. Smooth white fingers. No ring. Not surprising.

Later, I passed him in the stacks. He veered away from me, fearful of my shadow and my certain smile.