“All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.”
– Jack Kerouac

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


The Lady with the young boy who likes poetry and might become a writer one day, saying the other day when I was serving them. After I was telling her other places I worked before coming back to this restaurant.
"You worked at all these hot restaurants" she was saying. "What are you doing here?" she says, smirking kind of.
They had come back from the Hamptons. "You should go work out there" she said.
She was talking about how busy it was and staying up all night there. Yeah I should, I thought.

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Later in the night. Actually around 5 in the morning because I was working a double that night. The late-night manager saying "life is not always what we expect huh?" "Life is not always a rose garden." he says, facing to the bar as I walk out to finish putting sugar caddies on the tables as the first glimmers of light are starting to appear outside. Not exactly...

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