St. Mark’s Place

I was strolling through St. Mark’s Place in New York City.

A man told me I looked familiar.

I looked at him and asked, “Ohhh! You must watch Porn!?”

I wished I could have stopped time and sketched his face.

It was priceless.

I told him I was kidding, so he gave me a free bubbler because I was a funny girl.

I felt like a winner.