Notes of a Dirty Old Man (1968)
Story (1968)
Excerpt
Notes of a Dirty Old Man
The next night I was sitting in a bar between a woman with a rag on her head and a woman without a rag on her head, and it was just another bar—dull, imperfect, desperate, cruel, shitty, poor, and the small men's room reeked to make you heave, and you couldn't crap there, only piss, vomiting, turning your head away, looking for light, praying for the stomach to hold just one more night. I had been in there about three hours drinking and buying drinks for the one without the rag on her head. She didn't look bad: expensive shoes, good legs and tail; just on the edge of falling apart, but then that's when they look the sexiest—to me. I bought another drink, two more drinks...
Appears in Magazines
- Open City - July 12-18 1968