Mr. Goodbar

christ.

between Priest, the Bishop,

the Holy See and "Mr. Goodbar"

a kid could lose his sense of direction.

"Mr. Goodbar" lived on the sloppy

side of Pine street and dolled-out

individually wrapped

candy bars to the kiddies, who

dropped by to witness his performances.

always the same. Peter Paul Mounds.

two mini bars maximum regardless of attendance

and whoever it was who tagged

“Mr. Goodbar” as this creep's moniker

deserves the Nobel Prize in literature.

I wasn’t me.

but looking back, I should've said it was.

I could’ve used the prize money.