A couple weeks ago I was sitting on a hallway bench staring at the wall. Friends were on their way and the Honey Pot stopped by to chat for a few minutes wasting time until her equipment showed up. As she got up to wander around again, a boy and girl seated along the bar made introductions to her. Listening (not minding my own business) I remained seated on the bench studying a mosaic of a bullfighter in the midst of battle, sipping my Newcastle. I smiled to strangers passing through to use the bathrooms around the corner. I was bored out of my mind. I wondered if my thoughts were being read and felt that tingle of someone watching me. I rubbed the upper lip in preparation, then looked around my little area for the source of my paranoia and probably by chance the girl and I made direct eye contact. Brief awkward acknowledgments with matching half smiles faded slower than our gazes turned from each other. She reminded me of Whiskey Girl in looks and age which threw me off a bit when I
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3. Can I wear an Obi Wan Kenobi mask?
I prefer Admiral Ackbar.ReplyDelete
Ahhh - Yes, Foo Fighters also on the bill that night. Foo Fighters, The Police and Dodger Dogs.ReplyDelete
Flaco says he'll dress in drag if Mr. Zombie would like... you know how dashing he looks in those pearls.ReplyDelete