I don't need to walk around in circles

Mike doughty is singing on a stage about a block away; the sun has gone down and a man with a frozen drink in a coconut monkey head just asked me if he could take one of the knitimals with him to dance with if "he sings that soul coughing song about shortcuts".

I'm guessing he meant this one (shortcuts= circles?), but it doesn't matter anyway because his wife, possibly annoyed by the monkey head drink or perhaps the lack of interior monologue filter it had provided him with, dragged him away before I could answer.

Shame too.
I wouldve loved a picture of that weirdness.
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