Bartending

I Think I Am Still Alive

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The Waiter from the Royal Sonesta

Legs tired and numb, I slid onto a stool at Lucky Pierre’s S-shaped bar. Mirrored between the bottles were two of my customers from earlier in the night. The two detectives had made my slow shift at the Bourbon Orleans lobby bar worthwhile, telling cop stories and…