Out of the dark and grimy ‘Ramrod’ in Ft. Lauderdale. Only older men there, desperately looking for a twin soul. Well that soul ain’t me, no matter how fast my body is taking me towards your particular predicament…
An ancient man offers sausages outside. “No Italian ones I’m afraid, they’re not ready”. So I get a regular beef sausage.
“How long has it been since you’ve seen one of these?” the ancient cackles, triumphantly holding up a foot long sausage. “now, don’t you blush!” he says and suddenly all of his supposed jadedness peels away to reveal a romantic old man.
I think to myself, “oh I wish I could remember the last time anyone had made me blush”.
I choke down my answer and sudden tears, take the sauerkraut and mustard sausage and move off into the night.
