Blah, Blah, Blah … Something about mixed drinks or mixed news reports.
Mixed messages and mix tapes.
We quickly changed the conversation and the tone of it.
For some reason you wanted to discuss pawns and positions on a chess board while Nietzsche’s name floated past the smell of cheap vodka and an unnecessary candle flame.
I didn’t know shit about chess and you hadn’t even heard of the famed philosopher.
Obviously in the wrong place; we bailed.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 