Old Stuff

A strange land

When it comes to armchair frisson, it's hard to beat the local all-night restaurant. By day it's an ordinary local family restaurant with good food and good service. By night, the food is still good and Marge's service is perfect, but there's also the adventure. On my left the self-consciously loud college students [sic], green-haired black-clad conformists, full of dildoes and masturbating to my dead grandma's picture and a prolapsed rectum or two; on my right a couple of pasty D & D geeks rolling dice incessantly and earnestly discussing monsters with large teeth; two booths down a couple of rednecks in baseball hats drooling a steady stream of lesser obscenities; and me reading Newman's Neglect of Divine Calls and Warnings.

I shoulda left Marge a bigger tip.