Day 11 - Chester's

Purple coffee stains on the ebony, faux age-stained table. Angry white scratches on the underside, maybe somebody sharpening their bowie knife on the underside. Do people even own bowie knives at Gordon? I have never seen one. But I guess people don’t go flashing their knives around like nobody’s business.

Maybe they sit in kayaks in one of those wooded ponds, fishing just before dawn, gutting fish with their knives as they wait for another bite. Pescacidal sportsmen. Guttouchers.

Look at me. I can make up words! Whee.

In the old days this would have been normal. Now it’s original (?).