Straights 27: Diary Of Eating

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.

Bon appétit.

Tonight’s meal was unplanned but satisfying. diary of eating straights 27