Weird tourist
It says on the door you have a first class toilet

Bartender
Uh huh

Weird tourist
Can I use it?

Bartender
Can I see your ID? They are strict here. Upstairs, says gentlemen

Patron1
Oj, Cran and pineapple juice

Patron2
I see there’s a lack of alcohol

Patron3
I think he’s taken care of

Patron4
That’s not what he said

P3
Want another one?

P1
I wouldn’t be surprised.

BT
If you can taste the alcohol then it isn’t done right

Musical interlude as Patrons 1 and 2 as well as their friend
whose voice is too low for me to hear, start singing along to “Killing me Softly with his Song”

P3
This table we are sitting at has served 2 million people, doing all the wrong things
for all the right reasons.
I refuse to take advantage of what this town is. It’s not about drugs. This table
at Café Flora is about homos that made this city. People
who stayed up too late. This is why I came tonight.
Let me know when it’s time for me to talk. I will not let those goons turn it on
me. We are going to say to our partners, we gave you this shit and we are
living it.
I have a photograph of Jack Kerouac on my desk. I look at it every time I write.
I’ve been kicked out of bars. Bitch, I have been kicked out of bars you couldn’t
even step in. Every word I write, is right out of my head.



Patron 3 was talking to his friend, and I am not entirely
sure what his point was, but he was adamant about making it. He refers
to Cafe Flora, but we were actually at Twin Peaks. He also asks if it
is his turn to speak which is weird as he was completely monopolizing
the conversation. It's rather hard to catch everything people were saying due to the noise at the bar. But I did a pretty decent job. The scribbles that I was making, as I was quickly writing do look like the raving scrawl of a maniac though.