The fat man
I n a small restaurant off the very popular Lincoln road a few blocks from South Beach where the young and famous adore the sun, a sad fat man plays the piano for all of those who there, leisurely take the time to eat their lunch. He sits in front of the piano every day, his large body overflowing the narrow bench which with trembling legs barely supports his weight and in front of him, a Baby Grand, shinny and black with its slanted top always opened... as if it were trying to hide from the... Sign in to see full entry.