Rice Update: a friend who has spent a lot of time in Japan and speaks the language there told me “in Japanese, the words for breakfast, lunch, and dinner translate into English literally as morning rice, afternoon rice, and evening rice.” I had afternoon rice today.
He sat at the end of the bar. Where it twisted around. No room for anyone else there. He could keep his eyes on the people there. He took a sip of Old Crow. It sounded good. But he wasn’t expecting anything from a low priced barrel. It still sounded good. It was a quiet night. He liked it that way. A night with nothing to say. Kinda like him. Nothing to say tonight. §§ “What’s going on with you?” He looked at the guy who asked. “Well?” He took another sip. “What happening with you, cat got your tongue?” Jesus, didn’t he get a hint? Have you heard me say anything? I’ve got nothing to say. “What, no everybody has something to say.” He finally said it. “I have nothing to say. You’ve heard it all night from me.” Finally, the intruder took the hint and moved on. It got to be quiet again. He caught the barkeep’s eye. Raised his glass for another. Barkeep nodded. It was going to be an OK night.
— MichaelRpdx :: ih3k