DRIVE IN SATURDAY
Ever get mistaken for another party? One drizzly night, The Dauph was loitering outside a theater in the Village when an usher wandered out from the popcorn stand and pointed a butter-smeared finger. “Hey, man, you look just like that guy in the movie,” he stammered, real fear in his thin voice.
DRIVE IN SATURDAY
VELVET UNDERWEAR
Edouard Dauphin
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Ever get mistaken for another party? One drizzly night, The Dauph was loitering outside a theater in the Village when an usher wandered out from the popcorn stand and pointed a butter-smeared finger. “Hey, man, you look just like that guy in the movie,” he stammered, real fear in his thin voice. I turned to see where he was pointing: at a poster of Eraserhead. The Dauph nodded and ran a hand through his six inch high brush-cut. Maybe it was time for a haircut.