Graham's smoldering corner of the universe...: Kings of Toots

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Saturday, April 15, 2006

Kings of Toots

We sat next to one another unsecretive, even loud in the dark of a bar called Toots. Sipping voraciously, and gesturing like Italians. We competed in consumption not on purpose but of need we trampled habit, daily, any hour celebration every hour, whiskey spirited away with promises for tomorrow of... Sign in to see full entry.

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