1. Our beers were half-empty, the peanut basket half-full. I told my story, watching his face, pushing peanut shells through the many holes in the iron tabletop. I thought they were scattering on the floor below, on the deck, but in fact they were piling up on my skirt.
    San Francisco Bay Guardian

    5 years ago  /  0 notes  /  Source: sfbg.com