Tonight Sean and I went to Franklin’s Tavern to grab a drink. I like the place because they have good beer, and the place is generally under raps. After our drink we are sitting outside, and a filthy woman comes out from the bar and just starts laughing. Wasted, she tells us all about her son and daughter, her daughter’s pit bulls, New Orleans, something about a blanket and a space heater, and how I looked old for my age. She mentioned something about tragedy and how it isn’t funny, then proceeded to laugh. She got so excited while talking that she frothed at the mouth, spitting on me twice. When she walked back inside, Sean and I booked it.
I still feel gross.
-Luke