Hello hello hello, all my fans who live all over the world with a special shout-out to all my fans who live in Canada! Guy Hogan is my name and flash fiction is my game.
How’s everyone doing?
The Old Soldier is in fighting trim. I’m going to post this and then walk across the avenue to pick up a few things at the dollar store and then march into Little Italy to see what’s going on at Armand’s. I did make it to Armand’s yesterday for a couple of beers and I got into a pleasant conversation with a man at the bar I did not know. Let’s say he was around 60 years old. And he usually drinks at the bar down the street from Armand’s.
Since Armand’s is where I do 95% of my drinking (I only drink at Nico’s in Little Italy when I go there for karaoke on Saturday nights a couple of times a month) and since I’m a blogger/flash fiction writer, the people I meet at Armand’s interest me as character studies.
Everyone’s story is interesting. (There are no boring stories, only boring writers.) This man’s wife was dead. He recently had some kind of stomach operation (maybe to remove fat because he told the bartender about having some kind of a tuck) so that he couldn’t eat much at a single sitting. He ordered cheese sticks. There were five. He offered me one and I graciously accepted it, but he couldn’t even finish the other four and cheese sticks are not that much food. Since it was around two in the afternoon and he was sitting in a bar drinking, I fingered he was retired or on some sort of disability or something that allowed him to spend time in a bar in the middle of the day (I’m retired). And he never said anything about work. What he did say was that drinking at a bar was better than drinking alone at home. I knew exactly what he meant.
And then we talked about the signature sandwiches of the different bars we had both drank and eaten at in the city: Armand’s fish sandwich, Nico’s gyro, Primanti’s sandwich, the Original’s hot dog…
It was just your average bar room conversation.
I don’t think I’ll get a short story out of this conversation, but it’s worth a blog post. It’s kind of a behind the scenes vignette of the life of a flash fiction writer.
This is the Old Soldier reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, Pittsburgh’s #1 magazine of commentaries, erotic stories, culture, things Pittsburgh and sex as art and entertainment.