Emperor of the Nightlife

The sunflower seeds are already shelled, the fruit is held to your lips, and someone lights your cigarettes for you. There’s always someone to drink with, someone to pour you another when your glass is empty, and someone to take your place when you can’t drink any more. When you’ve had too much, you can rest your head in her lap. No matter how badly you sing, she’ll praise you. She’s always waiting outside the bathroom, and whatever you say, she listens attentively. You know she treats everyone this way. But you’re the only one she treats this well. So, does it even matter whether this is love?