Tuesday, October 30, 2012 – 84 views
— by andrewschmidt
ONE WEEK AGO. THE 4100 BAR. LOS ANGELES.
"What?"
Tim was shoving his iPhone in my face. Newsstand was open. Who opens Newsstand?
"Just look at it!"
I studied the phone. Little wooden shelves were inset in his homescreen, and on them lay a couple little magazines. Cute! Cute in that icky way that candy corn is, y'know? Like how it's sometimes just a little too sweet.
I nodded. "That's pretty bad." Tim put his phone away. The bartender brought us each a glass with whiskey and a glass with pickle juice. We raised them.
"Scott Forstall has to go," he said.
"Scott Forstall has to go," I agreed.
Clink and drink.
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