Ally

The ice in my glass clinked around as I walked. I’ve always liked taking glassware out of the house. Drinking a whiskey on the rocks out of a glass makes me feel like wherever I’m walking, I’m home. “It’s getting cold out.” Ally said. “Refreshing, isn’t it?” I replied. It was late fall, warm for…

Bukowski

I read that Charles Bukowksi used to get drunk at his poetry readings. The crowd loved him for it. There was something  just so incredibly human about a man, drunk and alone in front of an audience, sharing the most vulnerable and darkest places of his heart.

Sentimental Ginger Beef

“Who did you order Chinese food from?” “Queens. Why?” “This guy doesn’t look like he usually delivers Chinese food.” “What do you mean?” “He looks like he owns the place.” Puzzled, I walked toward our front door and heard the bell ring just before I turned the knob to open it. In front of me,…