Not sure if we had won or lost or if there even was anything up for grabs from the moment we raised our sleepy heads from pillow, but there we were, on the edge of everything—ass deep in donuts. Person could waltz right in and steal our tub and all we could bring forth in our daze would be a —touché fuck it, I don’t cayuh—which is something I heard someone say once at Matthew’s Pub (at Back Cove, Portland, Maine)











