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Death's Door, the view from the Spanish announcers table: a whore is born
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"Death's Door, the view from the Spanish announcers table
I can truthfully say that I do this Blog for me. Because late at night when I’m reading what I wrote earlier that day, even I don’t understand at times what the hell I meant. So if you’re reading something and a general feeling of fuckedupness comes over you, take a few sips of cold water and put your head between your legs. Or breath into a goddamn brown bag for all I care, but the feeling will go away. Trust me on that.
Thursday, October 13
a whore is born
Yesterday after work I was hanging out with some friends at the Hurricane in Westport when two women walked in and had a seat at the bar. From overhearing some shit, we found out that one was the mother and the other chick was her daughter who had just turned twenty-one and mom was taking her out for her very first drink. The daughter was this fresh faced little girl who when asked by the bartender what she wanted for her very first drink came off as very cute and innocent. She ended up with some gay shot that the bartender figured would go down easy. It was all very sweet until this thought struck me as I watched the two leave the bar. What a little whore. “Happy birthday honey, what would you like to do for your twenty-first birthday”? “How bouts you taking me to Westport and buying me a shot”? “Ok, anything for my little sweetie”. So in the act of buying her little girl her first drink, in a Westport bar no less, mom’s starting her d"
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