[The pizza place doesn't have mirrors, and that's about what Ginsberg's looking for right now. Okay, he could probably see his reflection in the silverware if he tried hard enough, but he's not about to use silverware on his pizza, so he thinks he's probably pretty safe. Besides, pizza seems to calm him down, and he's not exactly going to complain about that. Whatever's going on around here seems just a little more manageable when there's pizza on the table.
So when the kid he'd talked to shows up in front of him, pizza tray in his hand, he nods at him, and smiles around his way too big mouthful of pizza, then gestures to the seat across from him.]
Hey! Sit down, eat with me.
[And maybe he's just a little desperate for companionship at the moment.]
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So when the kid he'd talked to shows up in front of him, pizza tray in his hand, he nods at him, and smiles around his way too big mouthful of pizza, then gestures to the seat across from him.]
Hey! Sit down, eat with me.
[And maybe he's just a little desperate for companionship at the moment.]