Monday, November 26, 2018

A Short Order Something. by John Patrick Robbins

          
He walked into the bar like he owned the joint .
Everyone looked at him as they do in backwoods local dives.

He told the bartender .

"A round for my friends".

"Okay so that's one beer for Jinks".

He slammed it down then turned and left without saying a word or leaving a tip.

He didn't want to stick around and make friends , when one was all he could afford to begin with.

Sometimes being the odd man out has its advantages .

Cheers .






John Patrick Robbins 
Is the editor and chief of The Rye Whiskey Review and Under The Bleachers .

He is also author of a new ebook published by Soma Publishing titled.
Smoking At The Gas Pumps available everywhere digital books are sold .


His publications include .
Ariel Chart , Piker Press, Red Fez, Blue Pepper , Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, Academy Of The Heart And Mind , Angry Old Man Magazine,  Synchronized Chaos,  Blognostics, Inbetween Hangovers, Your One Phone Call, Spill The Words , Romingos Porch 


His work is always unfiltered .







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