foodanddrink

as it fills up, the ground floor spills to the weeping iris where an old man is 40 and the child in the back with the lego tower dreams skipping in her tiny shoes is too alive for the world. she's the one with an empty palette, he was the one with the uniform and now he can't hear his wife with the walker when she sits 2 feet away. an alcoholic at the bar, maybe a few. main method of busboy transportation=bike. there's food and wine. i'm a pig sometimes. i can pour 30 glasses and nobody will say a word. i'm learning.
people don't stop. entitlement. unfocused frustration.
the sadness of the confusion of people's anger.
the love in the eyes of one or the juice swimming through the territory.
low and loud conversation everywhere. with foodanddrink.
business, for the hell of it, celebration.
always with the bastards.
terrible people with terrible minds.
glass of whisky to cap the evening.
and some wine to stain tomorrow