Iced Tea and Pie

“I had a depressing thought the other day,” said Avery. He shook a packet of Splenda into his iced tea and eyed the waitress hungrily.
“You have depressing thoughts all the time. What’s unique about this one?”
“Well … you’re forty-eight and I’m fifty-one.”
“Wow. They can teach chimpanzees how to count.”
“What I’m getting at is this [...]

Ishmael in San Francisco

Let’s tell a tale of a writer. We shall call him Ishmael. Like his father before him he dwells in the hinterlands of San Francisco, North Beach if you ask me to be precise, a rather seedy and sordid part of town, nudity and booze galore at the strip clubs that line Broadway – where [...]