I’m drinking at The Plank, sitting between a gay guy and a cowboy. They’re talking about The Fugitive. The cowboy says he met Tommy Lee Jones once. On a ranch in Texas.
Carrie, the waitress I was going to ask to dinner, took some dude to the patio and is currently sucking his tongue.
I steal cold mozzarella sticks off the gay guy’s plate. He’s all eyes on the cowboy, has turned his chair to talk over my head. “That’s awesome,” I tell them. Dip the mozzarella stick into dry marinara sauce. Eat it and take a drink. “Just awesome.”
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