“We were sitting at the bar on the ninth floor. No alcohol served after dark––and it was always after dark. I watched two men stumble across the dance floor, arms entwined, faces slack with boredom. The pianist plowed through a… — A.O. Monk Copy Share Image
“We were sitting at the bar on the ninth floor. No alcohol served after dark––and it was always after dark. I watched two men… — A.O. Monk Copy Share Image
“Cassidy and I wouldn’t be friends if we met today. She’s blunt, even when she shouldn’t be. She’s cynical to the point of perpetual… — A.O. Monk Copy Share Image
