Paulaner

Falling debris, crashing bridge, and all the other objects of fear are far and unreal. Nothing scars like words words words.

So maybe a silence and Paulaner. As it is wont to work, draft dries tears.
Bartender: Are you waiting for someone?
Me: No.
(Yes.)

Most checked out

Weekend (sort of) double bill

I'm a friend of Matthew's

Sun-shower

Here for romance

Disco perfection

The incandescent Jef

The soul of Wit

Welcome at any rate

The music in 'Agnes of God'

Not my life's background music