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The Vine had no jukebox, but a real stereo continually playing tunes of alcoholic self-pity and sentimental divorce Nurse, I sobbed. She poured doubles like an angel, right up to the lip of a cocktail glass, no measuring. You have a lovely pitching arm. You had to go down on them like a hummingbird over a blossom. I saw her much later, not too many years ago, and when I smiled she seemed to believe I was making advances. But it was only that I remembered. I'll never forgot you. Your husband will beat you with an extension cord and the bus will pull away leaving you standing there in tears, but you were my mother.
Denis Johnson
The Vine had no jukebox, but a real stereo continually playing tunes of alcoholic self-pity and sentimental divorce Nurse, I sobbed. She poured doubles like an angel, right up to the lip of a cocktail glass, no measuring. You have a lovely pitching arm. You had to go down on them like a hummingbird over a blossom. I saw her much later, not too many years ago, and when I smiled she seemed to believe I was making advances. But it was only that I remembered. I'll never forgot you. Your husband will beat you with an extension cord and the bus will pull away leaving you standing there in tears, but you were my mother.
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