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Girl talking to her friend at the next table (which had a paper table cloth covered in doodles): "I had to become an artist to justify my drinking."
-- From Sean/At Erzulie restaurant on pine (belden alley)
Ginormous, filthy, stinky man: "Do I reek like booze?"
Tiny, polite, old man: "A little bit."
- Overheard by Dan and Melissa while trying not to inhale on the 6 Parnassus
