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Ellis Amdur wrote:
Honey, let's get up and get another drink. And let's get one of those garlic things. Makes my blood heat up. Naw, baby, I don't care what your breath smells like. I'm gonna be smelling just the same and we won't notice anyway, later - particularly if we get that other drink. And how about we move to another table. There's some guy behind us talking about aikido.
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The smoky bar is crowded and every stool taken and I'm on the last one near the door and have had perhaps one to many while thinking about younger days and dojos and late nights in smooky bars dancing with slightly sleazy women. Through the door a cocky dandy wants a place to park his but and have a cold one. He spots the old man at the end of bar near the door and sees an easy target. Coming up behind me he knocks me off the stool and says Tai Kawn Do spinning back kick and takes my stool. I craw out the door and come back a little later and come up behind him and knock him off the stool and say tire tool 65 Chevy. A little wobbly I climb back on the stool and finish his beer. No one even bothers to look around and see what happened.
The stork kept dancing with the swan