“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!”
On Being A Distraction
“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!”