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the other night...
i stood in the cool blustery air with my left hand gently keeping my pocket company. i stand outside a bar some where between where 18th street and 19th street hold hands.
my right pocket held a group of andrew jacksons conversing about where i'll spend them
i check my phone
it reads : 8:30 p.m. feb 3
my stomach begins to speak foreign languages
i don't want to sound like a crazy cliche from rally's but damn " i gotta eat"
i look around surrounded by some people i hail in high esteem
people shout out different suggestions for our dining accommodations that evening
i laugh at some and throw a suggestion of my own , " i know that lovely little spot off indian river exclusive and quite", i say
eyes dwell upon me and i get a few laughs as people figured out it was burger king
i glance in katie's direction and she looked bewildered sitting in a lawn chair gazing at the road as if she was waiting for an accident to happen ,cute girl
heather ,jayme, and brittany talk amongst themselves
ryan and i continue to cavort and laugh at each others shenanigans
the group divides
one group counts up while heading to their car
the other counts down
i countinued counting up, we decided on lovely dough boys
not my first choice but sufficent enough
we opened the glass door with words scribbled on the front displaying specials
the andrew jacksons in my pocket began to panic
i walked in, the place looked desolate, a bar with unopened drinks and televisions that displayed various sport highlights
we were sitted in the middle of the establishment with people surrounding us, like individual fish , we were in a fish bowl
i felt the heavy sensation of eyes gazing upon me
the waitress comes to the table , she had a round face jeans and a shirt with stains from the kitchen that seemed to be beyond that door right over her left shoulder , her hair put up in a disheveled manner she questions us about our drink choice.
"pepsi"
"water "
"water"
"pepsi"
"water"
we sat and ate our food each of us masticating to our own beat
i get up and throw a jackson from richmond on the table
i walk out feeling my pockets for my keys i get in my car lite a cigarette and reflect on the scenes that just happened in my head
i continue down the interstate the sound of the engine hums in tune with the music
sirens light up the evening sky as a police cruiser flys past me
i think to myself
peachy evening
i stood in the cool blustery air with my left hand gently keeping my pocket company. i stand outside a bar some where between where 18th street and 19th street hold hands.
my right pocket held a group of andrew jacksons conversing about where i'll spend them
i check my phone
it reads : 8:30 p.m. feb 3
my stomach begins to speak foreign languages
i don't want to sound like a crazy cliche from rally's but damn " i gotta eat"
i look around surrounded by some people i hail in high esteem
people shout out different suggestions for our dining accommodations that evening
i laugh at some and throw a suggestion of my own , " i know that lovely little spot off indian river exclusive and quite", i say
eyes dwell upon me and i get a few laughs as people figured out it was burger king
i glance in katie's direction and she looked bewildered sitting in a lawn chair gazing at the road as if she was waiting for an accident to happen ,cute girl
heather ,jayme, and brittany talk amongst themselves
ryan and i continue to cavort and laugh at each others shenanigans
the group divides
one group counts up while heading to their car
the other counts down
i countinued counting up, we decided on lovely dough boys
not my first choice but sufficent enough
we opened the glass door with words scribbled on the front displaying specials
the andrew jacksons in my pocket began to panic
i walked in, the place looked desolate, a bar with unopened drinks and televisions that displayed various sport highlights
we were sitted in the middle of the establishment with people surrounding us, like individual fish , we were in a fish bowl
i felt the heavy sensation of eyes gazing upon me
the waitress comes to the table , she had a round face jeans and a shirt with stains from the kitchen that seemed to be beyond that door right over her left shoulder , her hair put up in a disheveled manner she questions us about our drink choice.
"pepsi"
"water "
"water"
"pepsi"
"water"
we sat and ate our food each of us masticating to our own beat
i get up and throw a jackson from richmond on the table
i walk out feeling my pockets for my keys i get in my car lite a cigarette and reflect on the scenes that just happened in my head
i continue down the interstate the sound of the engine hums in tune with the music
sirens light up the evening sky as a police cruiser flys past me
i think to myself
peachy evening