“Where can we sit?” I asked Jules, the bartender who wished she wasn’t a bartender. “Sit anywhere you like.” A man with few teeth looked up from his phone. “Ask if you can sit on her face!” he yelled. Jules whipped around — “SHUT THE FUCK UP, FRANK!”
Riveting story, Alex! Wow!
this was a great story, and beautifully told. like, i felt like i was fucking THERE.
hell, maybe i WAS there. i lived in that absolute liminal space that is Florida for most of my 37 years.