Buy me a drink at The Gentleman Loser. Tell me again about how you nearly made it, embellish your lies, add character to your soul, smirk at me from dark corners. Have me guess the names of the patrons, laugh at my poor attempts to place them in history. Regale me with your stories, about how they nearly caught you that one time, how you found a piece of junk board and made it into the best shit out there. Whisper code in my ear, watch my eyelids flutter shut and lick the corner of my mouth. Hug me to your side when the competition comes up to say hi, refuse to give them my name, jealously keep me to yourself. Make me taste Sprawl, buy me another drink at The Gentleman Loser.