Who parks, who gets a tattoo, who wears inline skates and orders the chicken salad salad, then skates away to have a brew, who gets the giant turkey extra cornichons, who uses a straw, who rides up on a motorbike, who rides a bike no motor fixed gear, who gets extra hot peppers extra black olives, who gets a full sleeve, who gets drunk in the afternoon, who stays dry, who keeps their powder dry, who builds a bomb, who builds a coalition, who builds a sandwich; who takes no onions; who gets an ankle koi fish, who gets the smoked salmon; who is so high he sees the universe in the linoleum.
Who, lonely, has the counter to himself at 8:37 p.m. on a Tuesday.
Everyone has somebody but Mr. Lonely's. Everyone in town, it seems is getting a drunk tattoo.
Hold the pickles.
(Photo by Susan, 2013)