Two for tango please. They must be referring to the chef and me at Tiger Sushi. Shrimp Tempura and a Cucumber Salad to my right. Poetic justice and a spicy mouth, like several high powered water guns at the bar. Filler up but don’t bother checking under the hood. Too little and too young for a conscientious attitude. Not! A belly almost full and a hand that aches to pull my mouth down. Maybe she’ll help me this time. Is it wrong to eat sushi all afternoon? My quest; No worries! Ignore conscience and forget finances. Five pieces of spicy tuna, six gyoza and the faît accompli, my favorite, Unagi, a sixteen piece caterpillar roll. My medication, not the sake cup, sitting two seats left, sipping broth in pink. One tin soldier rides away…
