After the Gloryhole
It had been a week since I had the chance to meet my three new friends in the video arcade. We were to meet again Friday after I had gotten off work. We would meet at Dubs, a favorite neighborhood sports bar, restaurant. I had my doubts whether any of them would show. But I was sure going to. After one of the longest evenings of work I could remember, I got to the bar as quickly as I could. The three young men hadn’t yet showed, so I found a conspicuous table and ordered a drink. The waitress...