|| Another installment
of drunk poet night* at Scarlet Tree. Rachel the
bartender treats me better than anyone else in Seattle so I go across
to QFC supermarket to thank her with a pack of yellow Spirits. It's
getting close to 2 a.m. I ask the clerk how he likes the graveyard
shift. He says it's not bad because he gets to meet people like me.
"You mean drunks?" He laughs. I ask what time he gets off. "6:30."
Then he says, "$6.30" after ringing up the cigarettes. We find that funny.
*I speak for myself. There's more to