Rio Vista

We were filming inside this bar with animal heads on the wall when the owner of the establishment became impatient with our small crew and turned the television back on to reveal that Robin Williams was dead at 63 years of age. I used to run errands for his managers and he always seemed like a sweet man. The bartender was a slender brunette young woman with big olive eyes, scared and wild. We commiserated about it and she said something about a full life. We took consolation that he'd lived it. But I only wanted her. Just like that green eyed beauty outside the cafe on Telegraph Avenue in Oakland. Full lips but not pouty, and still functional, her feet crossed messily beneath her butt on her chair. I was dressed in brown slacks, black Payless shoes, and a pale yellow button down shirt, like an off the clock bureaucrat.