i was told that a fresh pizza is the best pizza. this came from a man behind a counter at a pizza schmizza in portland oregon who is describing the best ways to re-heat a pizza if it isn't initially consumed. his small talk is an annoyance up until this point as i jot small lines waiting for my food to get done. in the margins i write his profound
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a stout middle aged woman walks towards me before the show. she has a beer in hand and is making soft patting gropes on my shoulder with her other hand. "you need to go like this okay?" and she makes a shivering shaking motion. and i lean in forward because i'm not sure i heard her over the loud preshow music. "what's that?" i ask because i'm polite.
she takes a step closer grazing her breasts on my forearm. this lady is probably as old as my mom, maybe a few years younger, but definately not born within 20 years of myself. "youre too tense" she says. i scowl. "you need to be more relaxed, you are a cute boy, and the girls will flock towards you if you wouldnt be so tight."
i reply with "oh okay", as though to let her know i understood with 100% of my brain, and that i would have no further questions. she saunders away to drop tidbits of conversation to every other male in the room.
later in the night she was a bystander in a drunken fight and was punched in the face.
the reverend laid down the jams like a fucking sermon and we all went home.
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