Come Chill with the Smith-Mills

Trey's Side

I had about a month-long gap between finishing the tour I was on, and moving to New York City. I spent that time working in a bookstore. I was working in that bookstore, and in walks this guy who clearly knows me, as he is making direct eye contact. I think to myself…”fuck, this always happens to me this person clearly knows me, and I have no idea who they are. I’m the literal worst.” I smile, wave, and PRAY that he doesn’t come talk to me. Not only does he talk to me, but he says my name…MAYDAY, MAYDAY this situation is much worse that I initially thought. I say “Hey…you.” He says “You don’t know who I am, do you?”...Why would he call me out like that? I’ve been in this situation a lot before, and it is always sooo much worse if you lie, so I come clean. He says “...the party”. I can tell he is loving watching me squirm. I say “let’s pretend I go to a lot of parties”. He said Halloween. It all comes back to me, and I say “The sexy cop.” He said yes, and showed me three of the worst pictures of myself I had ever seen in my entire goddamn life. I said, “Throw away your whole phone.”