Bradley’s life-long dream did not resemble bartending at Cha Cha Coconuts at the St. Pete Pier. Sadly it was only a mere shard of the broken glass of his dream window. The one he used to look through in his head. Tonight he’s slinging drinks for college kids and snow birds, tomorrow he’ll be once again reexamining how it all went to hell. But as he pours the merlot into the lipstick-stained glass he gets a head start on tomorrow’s pity party. Most of the blame could be attributed to him falling for that vapid girl last year. Yeah, most of all his problems came from getting hung up on women, the wrong women.
This article appears in Sep 2-8, 2009.