Nitty Gritty
Friday, April 11, 2014
Tshini is on the floor. Well, he is not literally on the floor; he is actually on the green couch that faces the oblong table. But his mouth is on the floor since it is this same mouth that has held the attention of the rest of the fellowship for the past fifteen or so minutes.
The other fellows are either so involved and mesmerized by his contribution or they are presently unable to change the topic due to lack of funds. It is a time-honoured tradition at the shebeen Nitty Gritty that whoever changes the topic has to pay for the next round of drinks. New topic, new drinks. This is a wise old tradition, founded by the drinking and thinking fathers of the tavern Nitty Gritty, and it has stood the test of time.
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