A guy walks into a bar…
On his way to finding his favorite stool, he looks around to see if he recognizes any faces. He waves at Joe, who is sitting in his usual corner, tie undone, disheveled hair, two empties and a new beer in front of him.
He could go talk to Joe, but he knows all the stories. Joe will bemoan the fact that he works harder than anyone else. He’ll mention – again – that his wife has threatened to leave him. He’ll wonder why his kids want to have nothing to do with him.
The guy doesn’t need to be the shoulder today, so he smiles at Joe and moves on.
He sees Ellen in the corner, snuggling up to a new victim. She hikes her skirt up a bit to show more leg as she sips her chardonnay. The victim has yet to learn that Ellen uses up men at the same pace that she sips her wine. The guy walks by their table just as Ellen leans her shoulders back in an effort to let her blouse fall open just enough. Continue reading →
At 2:00 a.m., those voices in my head can be pretty loud.
His buffalo plaid flannel shirt was neatly tucked into his creased, Sears Work ‘N’ Wear Kahkis.
