By: jacob espinoza

jacob espinoza — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 01:34:25 +0000

Then, with the aplomb of a prima balleriina, she pulled a silver dollar from her purse and set it spinning atop the beer-and-saliva-stained bar.
“Gimme another, Sam!” she bellowed at the barkeep.
The words still were hanging in the air when a sweaty long-neck was slammed down before her, catching the eye of a dry-mouthed, sweaty longshoreman who leered from across the room.
Undaunted, she picked up the bottle and, in what seemed a single motion, removed the cap with her teeth and quaffed the contents without stopping.
She wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her kimono, smiled wryly and tottered off the stool.
‘Cuse me,” she said. “I have to go castrate some animals.”
Everyone gave her a wide berth as she strode out the door.
One she had disappeared into the night, someone had the guts to ask the question that was on everyone’s mind: “Is that the gal that writes all that crap on The Evening News blog?”
The silence spoke volumes.

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