the schooner
so i went down to the schooner tonight. the schooner is a really crappy, low-life bar that shares a parking lot with the rainbow foods grocery store in my neighborhood. i usually avoid the place like the plague, but for some reason, tonight, i paid a visit. my first drink, which cost me $3.15, was so strong that i had to ask for more mix. three times. i went out to the back where the smoking lounge was to have a cigarette, and i brought a book. i did not want to talk to anyone at this skanky place. my solace was short lived, however, when a very gregarious black woman wanted to talk to me. her daughter was there with her, and as she told me, her daughter was getting on her last nerve. she wanted to know if i was ever embarrassed by my own mother. i was only on my first drink, one sip in, but my eyes kind of welled up and i told her that my mother was no longer alive, and that i would kill to have my mother embarrass me again. she was a little bit drunk, and she told me tha
