Photo by X.A. Medina
A man leaving a bar with power tools is a scary sight indeed.
The cop car sat next to the broken light post as it lazily leaned against the brick building on the corner. The cliche of doughnuts and coffee was not lost on the two cops who munched and drank while the lights gleamed on the roof of their car.
She walks past me, not noticing me having a beer outside the Charleston on the unseasonably warm February afternoon. She sees my bright ass bike parked a few feet ahead and stops short. Her senses perk up and she feels me looking at her. She turns. She blushes and give me a half wave. She walks over and gives me a hug. Have a beer? I ask. Sure, she sits down on the metal chair, while I get up from mine. What you want? I ask. She takes a sip of mine and pulls out a cigarette, Same as you, is her reply.
The French skank bummed 5 cigarettes from 5 different suckers.
-
westonauburn posted this
