Sequoia Brewing Company-February

See that dude there? After his wife stepped away, he sat down at my table and asked me why I was always writing: "Are you a writer or something?" I regaled him with stories of Master's degrees, publications, applications...around about the time he started to yawn, I basically said, "Yes, I'm a writer."
"Me and my wife have been wondering for months what it is that you're doing here every Saturday. You've seen me here before."

It was the first time I'd ever seen him in the entirety of my sad, little life.

Sequoia Brewing Company - February

I love my pub. It's a great place to have a pint. But I've got to be honest, the mother fisting service blows chunks of tremendous proportions. My yellow Wienerschnitzel wallet rests high atop my computer waiting to pay. I respect that I'm a bit of a wallflower, but crap, what does a guy have to do around here to get a bill?

Sequoia Brewing Company - February

That dude there is a curiosity to me. Shaves his head but for a patch on the back, like a tail. He's a monster of a dude, and I hear he teaches at Fresno City College. He towers far above my IPA, getting glass envy at the $700 glass the humunculous is holding. I don't think he's a Krishna: one, he's dressed normally and two, he's drinking beer.