Thursday, December 6, 2012

Gaping Holes

He comes to the bar every once in a while and I always suspect that he is into fucking dogs. I don't know why. He walks into the bar wearing sandals and a wife-beater, has a bad beard and drinks light beer and shots of well gin. No one really knows him but he acts like he knows everybody and he acts like everyone knows him. He asks people to feel his muscles after a workout. And I guess that's why I think he's into fucking dogs or maybe just a standard rapist. I handed him a beer, he paid and tipped. I've got football on and the Giants score a touchdown. The announcers go off on the defense and say, well, of course he scored, "look at all those gaping holes!" I turn around after the play and see him nodding. "Gaping holes," he whispers, puts his beer down and leaves.

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