Why I Don’t Drink Anymore
by Finley T. Larkin
I’m sitting at my favorite café drinking absinthe when this guy comes up to me.
You’re a writer, aren’t you? he says.
Yeah, I says. How did you know?
You have that Hemingway thing going on, he says. Sitting around in a café all day. Drinking absinthe. Scribbling in your little notebook.
At this point I’m starting to get offended.
This isn’t Paris, you know, he says. This is Oregon. And you’re drinking in the middle of the day. Do you know what we call you types where I come from? Drunks. Damn drunks.
Then he walks away.
Oh, did I mention that this guy was a big scary eight foot tall monster with six arms? What a loser.
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