today/tonight/thismorning

ali, my cab driver: so, are you in relationship?
me, a cab passenger: yes, i am. are you, ali?
ali: no, i am not right now. i was for 4 years, but we broke up.
me: i am so sorry, that sounds rough, what happened?
ali: well, she went to india with her parents, got married, and never came back.
me: all of a sudden, my problems feel so small. i'm so sorry about that.
ali: no, i am fine now. three months ago is a different story, but you're pretty so i am okay now.
me: well, ali, i know it's dark out, but i actually just had a pretty gnarly facial and a bottle of wine so i think you may be exaggerating. my face is fucked up and i have purple teeth.
ali: well, i didn't want to say anything, but yes, i can tell that about your face. but i can also tell that underneath that stuff, you might be pretty.
then he kissed my hand and sent me into the cold williamsburg night. me and my fucked up face.
the end.