Entry 27
Tomorrow, brunch with a man named Kevin who just bought a boat. diary of eating straights 27
I found myself at a noisy sports bar on the edge of town—tucked between two furniture outlets and a car wash that never seems to close. The place was packed with straights: laughter loud and defensive, beers held like shields, conversations revolving around mortgages, fantasy football, and the suspicious softness of new towels. Entry 27 Tomorrow, brunch with a man named
Tonight’s meal was unplanned but satisfying. Entry 27 Tomorrow