I get Bitter just knowing that such an eloquent cocktail emporium is but just a short trek from wherever I am in the city, yet I must be discreet and not let my one true love discover my Amor y Amargo on the side. I meet up with her in the cozy and intimate confines of her abode down in the East Village of NYC.
She will be truly hurt if she finds out about the Sharpie Mustache that my Bitter mistress has drawn on my lips many times. If she knows what we have done in our stolen private moments she will not try to Dismember The Pain that will be inflicted on my body. Our love will be a Casualty that is gone but not Forgotten.
Alas, I am just a Smut Peddler that can’t forgive who I really am. It is a Bitter pill to swallow as can be expected with a Burning Bush.
Call me Old Fashioned but maybe I can win her back with Diamonds & Guns. Perhaps as time goes by she will not be as Bitter. If not, I will just ride off into the sunset on my Wagon Wheel. Continue reading Put a little Amor y Amargo into your sexy NYC life!