Sequoia Brewing Company 10/29

here you see two hearless slags who bogarted the table that i normally sit at. irritating middle-aged fresno state tailgaters. the IPAs stand cold and defiant. the waiter blasted his tip by taking his time in getting them to me. no matter, im onto my next fiction story. i was slammig away the pages, and two soul-less dolts interrupted me and asked me what i was writing. a drunken discussion of the arts ensued. poor unknown author.