letters to the blindmen - 1994
aloha
aloha to the tattoo king i have been watching you for months pouring my drinks and i feel it is time to confess i do not care much for vodka scotch bourbon or gin i have lost three hundred and sixty five dollars in saving lusting after your inky arms and i do not think i will even see a return on my investment i blame only myself for this foolish obsession i have cast away my time and dignity for ninety-two swizzle sticks fourteen maraschino cherries three stolen pint glasses fifty-eight beer coasters and one broken bar stool is it worth it i have to ask myself my dad wanted me to be a lawyer and my mom wanted me to be a veterinary surgeon so that i could give her discounts on rabies shots but so far i have spent most of burger pusher wages on overpriced cocktails and cheap romantic hopes i just wanted you to know the reason i will not frequent your establishment any longer (except on the third friday of every month) the reason is simply i have come to my senses
Posted on décembre 20, 2001 01:51 PM