LovetruckerHappy Hour
November 14th 2008 05:06
Beer flowed like beer, sustenance to a dry nation, as chilled as the drinkers weren’t. Fights broke out like conversation, desperate measures for desperate times and the massive barkeep poured each addict's drug of choice into the space previously occupied by the pain of being alive.
I sat on my best intentions, trying to understand and forget why I was there, holding onto my shriveled past with one hand. I was bored with my own company, waiting to make a smart remark so I could beat myself up, when a great glow lit up the lugubrious sky, just like the last occurence. The strange little fellow next to me squeaked and yammered, trying to distract me but I stared out the window at my looming future.
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