It’s the Old Soldier reporting from Pittsburgh. I did stop at Armand’s in Little Italy earlier today. I walked past Sonny’s (I was still grooving to the good vibes I felt about karaoke there last night) and I strolled on to Armand’s. I’m afraid my days of being a regular at Armand’s are numbered. Sonny’s is about three blocks from my apartment building and the clientele and the bartenders are cooler and younger. And now that I plan to sing karaoke at Sonny’s on a regular basis, people will get to know me and I’ll be able to use my talent for karaoke performance to find more readers for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. At Armand’s I’ll never be more than a lonely old man trying to get his drunk on. At Sonny’s I can become a weekend celebrity.
I had one can of beer at Armand’s and I left.