11/15/2016

Happy hour. Dollar oysters.

I don’t need no stinkin’ date.

The happy hour cocktail is pear bourbon sour. Don’t like bourbon.

I do like this.

 

I write on paper, in a leather bound journal of handmade paper. It has a lock.

 

Funny. This is old school. Normally, I’d take a picture. Just ink and paper. Here is an oyster.

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I’ve been sad.

But one of the bartender shuckers is easy on the eyes. So, maybe there’s hope. I’m not quite dead.

Having fried artichokes. I can pretend I am healthy by eating vegetables.

Maybe this becomes my refuge.

Offline.

Alone.

2 Comments

  1. Slurp and sketch. What a lovely way to spend time. The viscous oysters and the scratch of pencil on paper. Welcome back to the simple pleasures.

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