Imminent Death

It's been inevitable since the man pictured below died, but this sucks. It was, for a time, virtually a city ordinance that teenage Gophershole males work at Roy's; BFF and Elric did, for significant stretches, and I did, for about 20 minutes, before Pappy's Family Pub lured me back to my red-and-white striped shirt and styrofoam boater for a 30-cent raise. Good times, right?

I still eat there, and will until they close the doors. Ilse loves it, Whispers loves it, Databoy loves it, and Bam-Bam tolerates it, in a way he won't tolerate most sit-down places. BFF and Planet went there with us a year or two ago, for the hell of it, but I think BFF was too skeeved out to enjoy it. That's just my thought--he'll speak his piece, here or there, I'm sure.

The Late Great Roy Passin

(picture stolen from, and copyrighted by, The Gazette)