Crazy Clockin'

Duane Reade, 1st & 72nd, Thursday, 9PM

A 20's-ish goth chick, possibly homeless, definitely drug-addled, is singing a Suzanne Vega-ish stream-of-consciousness shopping song to herself. The final word of each line of her song is preceeded by a 2-second pause.

I'm in the drug......store.

But I don't need....drugs.

I need a soh....dah.

(A woman walks past her.)

There's a lay.....dee.

She's buying hair.....spray.

(I pull a 12-pack of Diet Coke off the shelf)

There's a gay.....dude.

He's on a die...et.

Hey, coulda been worse.
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