No one is at the ballpark.
The memories are hazy and painful.
There is no joy.
Only the loneliness of wondering what is next.
I am the only one at the bar.
It is too early for regulars and too late for the night shift guys.
Shots and beer.
Too fucking early.
A non starter.
Friday, August 16, 2019
As The New Day Dawns.......
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CALL ALL CAPS.
CAN'T BEAT DAYTIME DRINKING.
CAREFUL WITH THE GENTLEMAN THOUGH, IN THE DAY.
MY HEAD DROPPED INTO MY CHEESESTEAK RECENTLY.
Back in the early 1980s, after much drinking and some other activities, I found myself at a Ukrainian diner in the East Village, my face sinking slowly and inexorably into a plate of pancakes swimming in syrup. Luckily, Greg Allman was up to similar stunts in those days, so nobody noticed me.
Pancakes are a soft and warm albeit sticky place to take a quick drunk nap.
When were the early 80s?
I'm trying to recall. Face down on my plate does ring a bell.
My most famous face flop was into a pumpkin pie at thanksgiving. The entire pie, not a slice.
Pancakes are a great idea if they are not too immediately removed from the grill.
Pumpkin pie is always the right temperature.
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