tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness all contents copyright Jon Rolston 2004, 2005, 2006
July 19, 2011
Had lunch here. Egg on my hamburger. Waitress was new. Young. Poured my beer straight to bottom of my glass and the head poured onto the table. I showed her to tip the glass and pour it on the side.
Cable Car Joes? He grinds his meat daily.
Comment by Anonymous — July 22, 2011 @ 5:46 pm