I Don’t Want To Work I Want To Forget

I’m here at Crush on Morrison and 14th street. There’s a dubious bald man with glasses going over his papers, possibly he is a writer or an accountant. The bartender calls me brother. There is nothing going on here. It is six thirty Monday. A young man with black jeans walks in. He is the ... Continue ReadingThe post I Don’t Want To Work I Want To Forget appeared first on Zouch.