STEVIE CAN'T EVEN SEE MY GAME

Some Bros are gettin' back on the horse with the ladies so to speak. At times, its easy to dwell on the not-so-remote possibility that you've seen your last voluntarily nude woman. But things are lookin’ up per this recent interlude.

Bro A: Debatably handsome; notoriously unkept; wearing the same sneakers and jeans everyday for the past 4 months; likes computers, guitars and sandwiches
Bro B: Up and coming fashionista, on a first name basis with every attractive woman south of 14th street.

The scene: Positively Orchard St.; Hot (as in un-airconditioned) art opening stocked exclusively with intriguing, graceful women with perfect skin and dudes that would make Paully P's Gumby fade spontaneously combust into an inferno-ball of rage.

Enter stage left: Girl Y

Bro B: Yo, Girl Y whats up. Good to see you.
Girl Y: Bro B, you're the best
Bro B: Word
Bro A: . . . (unable to discern the topic of conversation or even if he's being spoken to due, at least in part, to the existence of the first Hot Snakes record; unadeptly hoping to muster a silent mysterious vibe). . . . . . . . .
Bro B:(clearly tryin to help a Bro out) Oh, hey this is my man, A (no canadian).
Bro A: Hello
Girl Y: You're Sweaty
Bro A: Thanks