a mighty fine slice of pie

Tonight I went to Lil’ Woody’s for a burger, then to Pie Bar for a slice of pie and a drink.

The first time I went to Pie Bar, several years ago on a cold night where I felt like an adult who could have dessert first if she damn well pleased, I said to myself, this is a cool little place with a nice romantic vibe, I should take people I wanna sleep with here in the future. And I have, now and then. Thinking of that on the way home, I find myself pondering if there’s anyone I should take there again before I leave town for good. Or anyone I should take there who I haven’t yet.

These sure are not thoughts I ever really expected to be in a position to have when I was a sad, angry teen boy.

Anyway. It was good pie.

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