In the old neighborhod was bar and burger joint called Piper's Kilt. that was Kinsgsbridge, home of the long knife, cheap motel brothel, and low-flying police helicopters.
Here in Upstate Manhattan is also a Piper's Kilt. Same owners, different clientele entirely.
My refrigerator is bare. I come here for a burger, I get Sunday night Karaoke.
There is absolutely no God.
None at all.
6.10.2007
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