A co-worker had a client come in today. A girl with a black tanktop, and tatoos up the arms and every which way. The other coworkers were all about how crazy she must be, trading whispers behind her back. My first two thoughts were: 1- He's too new to be doing the appointment by himself. Who's his mentor? 2- Where can I meet a girl like her? I'm not quite right in the head, I think. . . . . . . . . . . Last night I checked out who my other stop-mates were at nycbloggers.com. A pathological liar (supposedly a teenage girl). Alkie, pothead, Russian teenage girl. Chinese teenage girl. A Korean dude (yay!) ... with a last post of Nov 2002. And a dead link. That pretty much sums up the nightlife in my neighborhood.