INT. PUB – NIGHT
(Eating a crab cake and drinking wine)
I lost a kidney. Found it upstream. God was selling it on the corner of 42nd Street and Park Avenue along with some fake Rolex watches. That’s when I stopped drinking . . . until now.
A fictionalized account of a somewhat real conversation.
Please refer to my earlier post, Adventures in Blog Land, where I ask the question, “What is real?”
I hope I’m not banned from the choir. I’m their groupie.