“I’ve had people walk out on me before, but not when I was being so charming. I’m at a bar here now down in the Fourth Sector. Taffy Lewis’s on the line. Why don’t you come on down here and have a drink?”
Words by Rick Deckard taken from Ridley Scott’s film Blade Runner, 1982.
Photos by Rick Stachura. 42 West 33rd Street. March 23, 2017.
A friend just reminded me that birthdays are rough. This one perhaps more than others. The weight of being older is such a crippling thing. Simple needs have crept suddenly out of reach. Like recruiting some people to get a dry martini. When did this become so difficult?
(This story was originally posted to my old Tumblr site on March 25, 2017.)