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PART THREE: ‘Are you talkin’ to me? Are you talkin’ to me?!’
By Randall Jobe Long before a hookup was possible from a naked Grnder photo sent via Smart phone, guys (and girls) actually met in the bars and shared a drink
My Life Behind Bars
Part Two: ‘Our complaint department is managed by Helen Wait. Got a complaint?…
Go to Hell and wait.’ By Randall Jobe I may have had, in my 20-plus years of bartending had a few, OK, dozens, OK hundreds of customer complaints. One thin-skinned
Prologue: Fiction, fantasy or fact?
By Randall Jobe Put several homosexual men in one spot, pour the alcohol, stir, and within a few hours you are promised a hook up, a break up, a break