"Would you like it neat or on the rocks," I asked the faux-blonde-headed woman next to her silent, excessively tan husband. The presumptive out-of-towner woman responded, "Big rock and an orange slice." As my dear friend and eccentric bar manager supervised, I poured up two separate shots of the most expensive tequila in our Latin-fusion … Continue reading I just want to pay my bills, man.
I just want to pay my bills, man.
