The book behind the beer is HUNGER by Knut Hamsun.

The beer is 512 IPA poured in a chilled glass.

Next to me is an Irish wood nymph in a brown skirt with a frayed hem.

She’s singing along to Pusherman.

A man walks into the cafe and taps me on the shoulder.

I turn around and punch him in the face.

He stumbles back several steps and falls onto the purple felt of the bumper pool table.

He looks at his hands to confirm it’s blood he feels coming out of his nose.

He looks at me and spits on one of my white AF1s.

I take if off and use the sole to kill a cockroach crawling above us on the ceiling.

We both look up at the smashed innards.

Everyone applauds.