Link’s Bar
there's little better little better than a sunny unseasonably warm october afternoon in a dark empty bar off town square in some little town far enough way from home a crummy little bar all the doors wide open just two gossiping women complaining of the other women of the neighborhood and complaining and complimenting their men with the sound of traffic lazy ceiling fans judge mathis and espn a gnat buzzing at my face none of it disturbing the friday afternoon peace of the warm breeze and nothing else to do but enjoy a couple of cheap bottles at the happy hour price i bother to write this cause sometimes a candy bar tastes like the best fucking thing in the world better than untainted powdered pussy sometimes while other days it's just a candy bar so........ who fucking knows what it really is or what it's ever gonna taste like tomorrow
mrobins71 