New York, 2014, July, it was a cold night... I sat alone hugging the barstool like a activist hugs a tree during a protest, Not willing to let go. I sip my whisky, rocks, letting out a hefty sigh... darknes... clouding me like a storm.
But just as the storm rises, I saw the clouds clear... across the bar I saw her.. her beautiful pale flesh, sparkles like a star lightning 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 i have her...
They say yes, and i spark up a smile... As she approuchs my table, nervousness clouds my mind. Excitement, and happines, She's placed in front of me, and i dig right in... she taste's delicous... as drench her pale flesh in butter.. and tartar sauce..
A whisper leaves the tender's mouth. ''Thanks for coming to Joe's crab shack, will that be all? .. Yes...Yes it will be..