I nodded, "Yep. I bought the Existential Cafe two years ago, in '54, just to give myself some place to go every day. But it's since become a hangout for some scroungy looking young people that listen to jazz and recite poetry and are generally as annoying as all hell."
Roxie laughed, "They're not that bad."
"You won't be saying that in six months."
"Am I going to be around in six months?" she asked curiously.
"Hope so," I said, smiling at her.
She turned on the radio. A new singer named Elvis Presley was singing about a "Heartbreak Hotel."
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
I sho hopes you ain’t down Lonely Street in six months time Jake! But I fear for Roxie 🥴...
Frenchie almost 3 years ago
''Heartbreak Hotel...'' hmmm, is it a harbinger of bad things? 😐
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
I reckon it might be...
Christopher almost 3 years ago
Well, actually it was simply that I realized the time that I had set this story, "Heartbreak Hotel" had just come out and was climbing up the charts. It could've just as easily been "Long Tall Sally" by Little Richard!