Andrew Stutesman

Unrequited Narcissism

I grabbed my favorite glass from the cupboard. A short rocks glass engraved with the map of Los Angeles on it. It doesn’t carry a ton of meaning since I don’t really consider this city to hold any piece of my heart. Sure it’s got it’s perks and occasional luxuries, but it’s just another city. Tons of happy people, even more shitty people. Some of those overlap into both as well. But it’s just the right size glass and I feel Hemmingway-cool when I use it. Got ice from the fridge door and then grabbed my favorite gin. Very NOT Hemingway-cool. But he put some less than ideal things in his mouth. Mixed some diet tonic water and grabbed my grill tongs.