I ran into Bakely on Sunday. He was picking up a 12 pack of pomegranate infused Zima, and I, a liter of malted ale. I have known Bakely for twenty years, if I have known him a day. He lives in New York, where he shaves little, and sleeps less. Bakely has a laugh akin to that of the spotted Hyena, which is actually a compliment.

My blood alcohol level was a good .50 when I threw the shirt that Bakely is wearing into the crowd at the NYC Whynatte party back in December. Whynatte threw a party at a bar on Stanton Street, and somehow instead of “selling” the Whynatte shirts, I ended up “throwing them all into the crowd.” That was probably the last time I saw Bakely, and it had been a good many fortnights prior to that.

So I run into Bakely at the liquor store, and he is wearing his Whynatte shirt. If you take away the fact that Bakely was born with a third cyclop’s eye, which skinned over at a young age, this would have been a rather unamusing event. Although, given the cyclop’s eye, I figured that this event merited mention.