I met B.B. in front of the Bit Saloon. She had a clear Starbucks cup full of Pabst & she was really sweet. Which made me think if she's really evil when she was mad?
If so, were pretty much the same.
Except my Pabst was in a glass & I was drinking outside of a bar instead of on the sidewalk.
I wonder if one day some photographer will be taking my picture & looking at me like I looked at her thinking I never want to end up in those shoes?
No risk, no reward.
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