“Where can we sit?” I asked Jules, the bartender who wished she wasn’t a bartender. “Sit anywhere you like.” A man with few teeth looked up from his phone. “Ask if you can sit on her face!” he yelled. Jules whipped around — “SHUT THE FUCK UP, FRANK!”
Riveting story, Alex! Wow!
this was a great story, and beautifully told. like, i felt like i was fucking THERE.
hell, maybe i WAS there. i lived in that absolute liminal space that is Florida for most of my 37 years.
There's nothing liminal about Florida! Didn't you hear about the super cool Don't Say Gay bill?!