by waiter | Jan 14, 2007 | Uncategorized
My father and I are eating lunch at a TGI Fridays. It just happens to be Friday afternoon. We’re sitting next to a plate glass window fronting a busy highway. Outside the roads are already thickening with commuters. My father’s eating chicken while I...
by waiter | Jan 12, 2007 | Uncategorized
I have met my new master. I’m still a humble Padawan compared to him! Check it out.
by waiter | Jan 11, 2007 | Uncategorized
I’m standing on an outdoor patio overlooking the city of Rio de Janeiro. A cool evening breeze blows in from the South Atlantic, carrying away some of the city’s heat and leavening the metropolis with the scent of the sea. Below me the beach of Copacabana...
by waiter | Jan 7, 2007 | Uncategorized
It’s Sunday night. I make myself a quick supper of pan seared tuna, rice, and green beans. After I eat and clean the dishes I fix myself a light vodka and tonic and head into the living room. I pull a book off the bookshelf and settle into my easy chair. I get...
by waiter | Jan 5, 2007 | Uncategorized
I thought this cartoon was priceless. Many thanks to gapingvoid.com and the reader who sent the link to me. I also have a MySpace account. What the hell it’s for is beyond me.
by waiter | Jan 1, 2007 | Uncategorized
It’s a Thursday night and I’m having a martini at Cafe American. On my way over I walked past The Bistro. It was the first time I’d seen the place since I left. As I peeked though the restaurant’s front window a weird sensation churned in my...
by waiter | Dec 26, 2006 | Uncategorized
I’m taking the bus to the Port Authority. The driver navigating the rattling aluminum box we’re sitting in slaloms through the scrum of New Jersey traffic and dives us under the Hudson River. I’m always a bit nervous going through the Lincoln Tunnel....
by waiter | Dec 20, 2006 | Uncategorized
I am no longer working at The Bistro. Ever since the book deal was announced in August I felt my time at The Bistro was limited. To be honest, I was getting sick of the place and they were getting sick of me. My stress levels were going through the roof and my...
by waiter | Dec 18, 2006 | Uncategorized
“You ready?” Phil asks me. “Ready,” I reply. “Let her rip.” I squeeze the trigger on the heavy revolver. With a tremendous roar, a .357 caliber bullet explodes out of the barrel and smashes through the head of my target. “Good...
by waiter | Dec 14, 2006 | Uncategorized
I don’t like the guy sitting at Table 24. Something about him gives me the creeps. I can’t put my finger on it but give me time. “Can I get you something from the bar?” I ask. The man looks at the woman sitting across from him. “A glass...
