this just in

...under 5 minutes.

words: reprobate & intensity (thanks, ma!)

Last call

The first time you heard me laugh was at you.
I called you a reprobate drunk and you thought it was a mixed-bag compliment, high-minded and back-handed.
Night after night you came to the bar, sat in my section and flirted with the intensity of a man trying to remember his own name.
When you said that I had legs long enough to follow you home, I pulled the pen out of my hair and wrote down my number.

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going for tapas tonite, gang. beer and potatoes! is a toast unto itself! clink, fin.