The drunks never remember me. They came here to forget.

Jun 11, 2012 16:06

It Was morning. Too early for me, but not for my fans. Some have already ran through their wallets and are calling for tabs. They cant remember that everyone's remembered. I know who pays up and who doesn't, whose a shit disturber and whose the pisser. For the most part we get along fine. Some lunch customers are showing up now, people after a ( Read more... )

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margiwarg June 11 2012, 23:14:22 UTC
Ahhhhhhhh, double fisting at a pub in the morning. Good story, interesting perspective!!!

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swehtt June 12 2012, 00:39:31 UTC
I'd definitely not allow for tabs if I was that bar guy. Sounds like he's in a rough neighbourhood. Sounds as sketchy as the convenience store with the cash machine across from that vinyl sale we went to.

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ext_647141 June 13 2012, 05:28:16 UTC
Are you the wire guy? Also, I found it confusing when you first mention the wire guy, and then start referring to the drunk as "he" immediately after. I thought you were still talking about the wire guy at first. Otherwise, wonderful story.

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lanceunderpants June 13 2012, 18:48:14 UTC
Iam the wire guy. I can see the confusion, sounds like someone else is striving for an editors credit. Youve got it my friend! THanks glad you liked it.

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