Smidgens
There used to be a couple. Bud, Miller. Pissy, yellow stuff with names of factory workers and truck drivers. Now, flavors flourish like house cats, calico, Siamese, tabby. He loves tabs. Drunk on credit. Purrrrrrr. That’s something to be proud of. More important than… Continue Reading “Been Leaving Ever Since”
I sat down for a beer at a bar called “Dock Of The Bay”. One was brought by a handsome little bartender named ….. Ah, fuck I don’t know. I was halfway through my beer, reading a piece-of-shit novel named Howard’s Hind End when… Continue Reading “Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay”
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