January 16, 2006

The Man; Not The Movie.

Place: Pub

Time: Night

I leaned in between a couple at the bar and ordered a drink. I felt fingers rubbing the back of my newly minted faux-hawk (See: Shearing Day) The middle aged woman on the left of said " I can't help it, it looks so cute."

I smiled politley. The bartender handed me the drink.

"Hey man." the older man on my left said to me.

"What does your shirt say?" He asks.

I pulled open my jacket.

"Oh, cool man!" he replied, reading large white letters on the black shirt.

"CASH. Like the Movie, huh?"

"No." I replied.

I emptied the shot of whisky and set it back down on the bar.

"Like the Man."

I smiled to my left and walked away.

Posted by Todd Roeth at January 16, 2006 12:58 AM