novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i'm turning into a regular. i have a favorite bar. smitty's on grand in oakland. i sit at the end, where the aching old wood banister meets the wall, just under the television bolted to the ceiling. this seat is just to the right of where i sit when i bring people with me to smitty's; we almost inadvertently end up talking about failed romance over the severe clacking sound the pool balls in the back make when they hit each other. they almost always blast either classic rock or funk. both of the bartenders are bald. i like to sit there and read and drink my whiskey. i think this will happen every tuesday evening for a little while. you're invited. 9:57 am - 10.22.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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