Love and Murder in Checco's Diner

Journal entry #3, Wednesday, 3:03 a.m.

I write it as I remember it:

Insomniac: Got a menu, big guy?

Me:  Yes, sir.  Here you are.  I’m just stepping in for the manager while he has a smoke out back.  Your waitress will be here any second now.  She’s due any second.

Hooker: What the fuck, man, at least bring us a cup of joe while we’re waitin’ on him, huh?

Me: Absolutely, Miss.





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