Someone_Quintessentially (Un)lucky_The Beer Sitter_Honestly?
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Someone
I set the letter down on the dining room table and waited for Roger to come home. His name, scrawled in red ink, occupied the front of the envelope, the color chosen for its eye-catching hue. It wasn’t like him to be out at night, I fumed, glancing at the grandfather clock as it ticked toward eleven.At last, Roger came in rather clumsily, stumbling over the legs of the coat rack before closing the door behind him. A battered pirate hat sat askew on his head, and a plastic sword dangled from his hip. His red and black costume was garish, yet it suited him. He looked slightly dazed, and hi...
Quintessentially (Un)lucky
The air tasted sour that day. I just kwww.onedoor.ccnew from the moment my eyes opened that it was an absolutely morose, burdensome, horrible, tumultuous, momentous in a bad-kind-of-way, day. I knew it when I woke up feeling the broken frame of my glasses jabbing my right side. As I reached my hand out and patted the sheets around me blindly to find the rest of my frame, I knocked down my table lamp, which resulted in a floor full of porcelain shards and a room full of curses.I took a deep breath and released it as a short sigh.Remembering the busy schedule for the day, I sat up in my bed and drew tight cir...
The Beer Sitter
“Man, even the I.R.S. would laugh at my bank account,” Casey Cassidy laments as he checks The Mean Fiddler’s receipts for a second time. The forty-three-year-old restaurant owner runs his hand through his generous mop of dark hair, worrying how much longer it will be before it starts falling out.Wiping his sauce-covered hands on his smock, Cisco Soto comes out of the kitchen. The wall-eyed cook looks at Casey apprehensively. “We makin’ any money, boss?”“We’re so far in the red I should be callin’ you comrade.”“So, no?”“We’re an Irish bar without Irishmen, a family restaurant without families....
Honestly?
“You’re wearing that? Come on.”“What’s the matter with it?”“It makes you look like a tangerine rolled in crushed walnuts.”“So, you can go out looking like a drunk public defender in a bad episode of 70’s television but I’m a jerk for trying to be a little flashier?”“Hey, I paid four hundred bucks for this suit! Stole fifty of it right out of our son’s top drawer to help pay for it.”“He already dislikes you so that little tidbit ought to freeze you out for good.”The two of them laughed before positioning themselves in front of the mirror, stroking each other’s shoulders, petting the respective ...