the holes of the sinking ship with them.
Grotbags slid me my bill. The total was
$10. “This isn’t right, man,” I said: “This
is a dollar a drink!”
He flipped his white rag over his
shoulder and stormed around the bar.
When he got to me he embraced me in
a hug. “We’re good, mate. Love ya.”
He was one of the boys. He had
my back and I had his. “I appreciate it,
brother.” I walked out the door just as
that same sun was burning the sky of
Huntington Beach. —END
68
KRIS FOX
tyreslide.
Fast & Loose
endless-mag.com Issue 7 69
the holes of the sinking ship with them.
Grotbags slid me my bill. The total was
$10. “This isn’t right, man,” I said: “This
is a dollar a drink!”
He flipped his white rag over his
shoulder and stormed around the bar.
When he got to me he embraced me in
a hug. “We’re good, mate. Love ya.”
He was one of the boys. He had
my back and I had his. “I appreciate it,
brother.” I walked out the door just as
that same sun was burning the sky of
Huntington Beach. —END
68
KRIS FOX
tyreslide.
Fast & Loose
endless-mag.com Issue 7 69
