She came in late on a busy Friday evening. I wouldn’t have paid much attention to her if she hadn’t been blowing Gauloise smoke at me through sidelong, never-catch-me-looking-at-you kind of glances. I was pouring her Beam and Bud depth...
Twenty years ago there was a life for each of us to turn away from or embrace. A song returns to remind me of what I must have felt, and when it’s over, I play it back again.
