Sometimes, the lack of receipt paper was apparent. This, I think, was from a restaurant/bar next door to us called the Tropicana. We would go of an evening, sit on the beach, have a drink and talk about what was going on in our minds. What we were thinking.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s