“Sorry, no dice on the light,” he says. “Thanks, anyway,” she says. “Hey, you wanna cuppa coffee or anything?” is the best he comes up with. “Maybe if you publish something, loser,” she thinks. “I actually have to run,” says Mimsy. “Cool, maybe another time,” says Rudy. “Sure,” Mimsy says as she exits the apartment. Rudy lights up his 34th Natural American Spirit cigarette of the day. He takes a drag. He coughs.
This article was originally published with the title La Bummer.