Breakfast of Champions
By M.G. Maloney
Just got back from Bogie's Liquor at Melrose and Vine. Awesome neighborhood liquor store. The owner knows a butt load about wine; I'd say about half of his clientele is Hancock Park. It's the type of store where you talk to people in line and behind the counter; the floors are wood and crickety; paper bags, only. Matches, 2 Liter bottles of Sunkist Strawberry Soda. In other words, it's all good shit.
There's a redneck, hillbilly looking guy who works there. He's like real hillbilly, not ironic hillbilly. Orange and white beard, missing teeth, cowboy hat; he always gives Maggie a piece of beef jerky. Who knew a dog with 3 teeth loves the stuff? He knew; that's who.
So tonight I bought the high school revival diet: Diet Coke, cigarettes and candy.
I say to hillbilly, "Diet of champions."
He replies back, "Diet for those who don't need to worry about a diet."
Bogie's Liquor - Melrose & Vine.
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