“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.
Author’s Note: A friend just reminded me that birthdays are rough. This one perhaps more than others. The weight of being older is a crippling thing. Such simple needs have suddenly crept out of reach. Like recruiting someone for an entertaining late night drink. When did this become so difficult?
(This story was originally posted to my old Tumblr site on March 25, 2017.)