Guy Walks Into A Bar

And suddenly there's this big cloud of smoke... and a waitress, in her late teens, talking about The Stoned Theory Of My Own Destruction. It's steamy. In the corner, there's a transvestite, opium addict, and one-foot-tall man, all in matching tuxedos listening to a fat eighty-three-year-old man playing the piano on his birthday. The mist inside the room clears and the music stops. The bartender tells them about the new book coming out next year. The midget walks over to the waitress and hands her a rose and an advanced copy in a foreign language. "Thanks," she says, "I've been waiting forever to read a story from the perspective of someone suffering from the same affliction as my boyfriend."