An excerpt from ‘The Last Meh of Chick Valentine’ – Copyright © 2017 by Michael Kuch
THE BREAKFAST CROWD AT THE KENSINGTON DELI
Thinned into a small queue waiting to pay their checks.
A quartet of dink-faced hipsters, freshly smug and failing reverence, postured around the front door, snot deep in their smart phones to notice Chick Valentine as he slipped past. Continue reading “Hey, Rube”