While washing the glasses, Thomas noticed the glass with the bump for the three thousandth time. The same bump he noticed his first night bar backing here at Bonnie’s.
      Two seats from the end of the bar Roy lifted his head from its usual place, and Thomas began to pour Roy one last shot.
      "Tommy? I seem to have-"
      "-misplaced a bill or two tonight…", Thomas finished, "Don’t worry about it, Roy. It’s on the house."
      "No, I’ll get ya back. I know Bonnie don’ like given way drinks."
      "Roy, come tomorrow what Bonnie don’ like won’t mean shit to me."

©opyleft 2004 Tone Milazzo
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Comments: (4)


  1. pour, not pore

    or, not pr

    Comment by hober — August 25, 2004 @ 6:33 am

  2. Thanks, And damn MS Word for not knowing exactly what I mean.
    I wonder why it didn’t catch the pr

    Comment by tone_milazzo — August 25, 2004 @ 6:37 am

  3. And then Homer Simpson walked in.
    “Hey Moe, pour me a…” Homer looked around and realized the bar he was in wasn’t even Moe’s let alone animated. “D-ho!”

    Comment by sewyrn — August 25, 2004 @ 11:29 am

  4. That’s more of an ending then I wrote.

    Comment by tone_milazzo — August 25, 2004 @ 1:19 pm

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