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One night I was sitting with friends at a table in a crowded Key West bar . At a nearby table, there was a mildly drunk woman with a very drunk husband . Presently, they woman approached me and asked me to sign a paper napkin . All this seemed to anger her husband ; he staggered over to the table, and after unzipping his trousers and hauling out his equipment, said : “ Since you’re autographing things, why don’t you autograph this ? ” The tables surrounding us had grown silent, so a great many people heard my reply, which was : “ I don’t know if I can autograph it, but perhaps I can initial it . ”


— Truman Capote —
from : Music for Chameleons
*[ WSB ].
