New York, July, 2014, it was a cold night, I sat alone, hugging the barstool like an activist hugs a tree during a protest, not willing to let go. I sip my whisky, rocks, letting out a hefty sigh... darkness... Clouding me like a storm. But just as soon as the storm rises, I saw the clouds clear...across the bar I saw her...Her beautiful pale flesh, sparkles like a star, lighting up the night. She's in a cage, but I ask for her, I want her. I ask the tender her name... and if I can have her. They say yes, and I spark up a smile... As she approaches my table, Nervousness clouds my mind. Excitement, and happiness... She's placed in front of me, and I dig right in... She tastes delicious.. as I drench her pale flesh in butter... and tarter sauce...
A whisper leaves the tenders mouth. "Thanks for coming to Joes Crab Shack, Will that be all?" ..Yes...Yes, That will be...
