"This site is permanently closed," is typed on the doorway of the pub. A very sad message.
I remember drinking alone here years ago reading Steppenwolf (pretentious, moi!), falling into the pages and somewhat intoxicated.
"He's one of my favourite authors."
A beautiful blonde American was addressing me. We talked, then caressed and she asked for my number.
I can never remember numbers but found it on a scrap of paper in my wallet. She left, I dropped the wallet, cards on the floor. There on another piece was my new number. Ah, I wonder if she ever phoned.
I remember drinking alone here years ago reading Steppenwolf (pretentious, moi!), falling into the pages and somewhat intoxicated.
"He's one of my favourite authors."
A beautiful blonde American was addressing me. We talked, then caressed and she asked for my number.
I can never remember numbers but found it on a scrap of paper in my wallet. She left, I dropped the wallet, cards on the floor. There on another piece was my new number. Ah, I wonder if she ever phoned.
