one bartending story
Jan. 26th, 2005 12:23 amI only had one moderately heartbreaking tale-to-the-bartender today.
(Well, two. At the airport, two-Labatts-who-looked-familiar told me that he'd been divorced recently, after 22 years of marriage, when his wife decided she was a lesbian. "She probably always was one," he sighed. "But I hope it's not genetic. I don't want our kids to be gay.")
At Local Bar, two Vodka-Teas, in his soft, damaged rasp, mused, "I spent my nineteenth birthday in a coma. I can't say whether it was fun. I was in a coma. So I don't remember."
[Car accident; tracheotomy destroyed his voicebox, and the brain damage from the accident has left him suitable only for simple jobs 22 years later. He washes dishes at Local Bar in the mornings, and works for a grocery store at night. He stops in every Tuesday after work for two vodka teas. This week he showed me a photograph of a Kodiak bear he'd taken at the Buffalo zoo; he's a decent photographer in his spare time. In May he's going on a cruise to Alaska.]
(Well, two. At the airport, two-Labatts-who-looked-familiar told me that he'd been divorced recently, after 22 years of marriage, when his wife decided she was a lesbian. "She probably always was one," he sighed. "But I hope it's not genetic. I don't want our kids to be gay.")
At Local Bar, two Vodka-Teas, in his soft, damaged rasp, mused, "I spent my nineteenth birthday in a coma. I can't say whether it was fun. I was in a coma. So I don't remember."
[Car accident; tracheotomy destroyed his voicebox, and the brain damage from the accident has left him suitable only for simple jobs 22 years later. He washes dishes at Local Bar in the mornings, and works for a grocery store at night. He stops in every Tuesday after work for two vodka teas. This week he showed me a photograph of a Kodiak bear he'd taken at the Buffalo zoo; he's a decent photographer in his spare time. In May he's going on a cruise to Alaska.]