The bartender is a guy used to selling alcohol. He knows all about the whole set-up and sells fossilized potatoes (if there is such a thing). Vanessa is that angel that disturbs him. I'm sure he has bills to pay. We forget the old midas, always haunting the rivers and lakes.
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The old Midas... the potatoe king?
At least he can be seen along riverbanks and in large restaurants. He sleeps among cardboard and chases all the skirts. He usually carries a sack with his stuff. A cap with stickers from potato chip ads or anything that is shiny or like magpies. He doesn't shave and likes coffee (when he gets it from some generous passerby). He sleeps feverishly at stops and shakes hands. And he asks, "Do you have any potatoes left? On the odd occasion I've heard him curse ginger.
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