Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1999 01:07:57 -0700 From: clark Subject: Ramblings Before Last Call (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Someone suggested I should write a story where everything is misspelled. This isn't it. But that's where this idea came from; I hope it's deemed worthy. Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website. No other permission is granted to repost/reprint/reuse. As always, feedback is welcomed. This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks to TPTB for their use. "Ramblings Before Last Call" by S. Clark I have come to realize, Nick, that there is no 'u and i' in Toronto. Not only is there not a 'u and i', there is also not an 'us' nor even a 'we'. There is an 'on to rot', which, I think, says it all. I mean, where are we headed? Anywhere? Nowhere? And why does that guy at the other end of the bar keep sending me shots of blended whiskey when I only drink malts? After tasting the first few I sent each back, only to have more appear. Why is my taste in alcohol better than my taste in men? Actually, my taste in men and alcohol are both perfectly fine. It's the men that find me attractive, which it's absolutely obvious you're not among this number, that are the ones that have no taste. Or something like that. All I know is I've almost filled the cocktail napkin and I don't want to continue on a second. On to rot, Nick. On to rot.