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He said write from a place of confusion and in a subtle way I'm here. It's a bar. More of a lounge really. The ugly neon sign tells me the place is called Dante's. I see a couple of greasy drunks slouched in the corner making eyes at each other's drinks like they would taste better if they were anybody's but their own. They're probably right, whatever that means. I guess it's just how I feel coming into a place like this. I think to myself, I know I've been here before. I don't really recognize it. Shit, I must've been drunk. Either that or they changed they place around so much I don't recognize it. It don't matter. In any case, been here before or not, this is all new to me.
I sit at the bar and order a milk, just looking for the satisfaction I'd get from the bartender rolling his eyes at such a stupid request. He just grins knowingly and pours me a cup of heavenly white. It says 'Lucerne' on the side of the carton. I think I must've dated a girl named Lucerne once.
"You been here before, kid?" Barkeep mumbles at me.
"What?" Someone yells from the back.
"Wasn't talkin' to you Al," the barkeep mumbles, softer than before.
"Nah, I ain't been here before," I say.
"Well, make sure you come back then."
He turns away, wiping a glass that wasn't wet. Even still, it makes the place seem real somehow. I'm the only cat at the bar, and I figure if he ain't servin' me he'd look pretty stupid just standing there. So he wipes the glass like he should, never mindin' that all the glasses are clean. I turn around, surveying the place almost like I've got something to look for. For a second, and only that, I admit to myself that I'm trying to be Humphrey Bogart. Next thing I think about is the dame in the corner. Red dress neck to toe and blonde locks twisting around like they're chasing a feather to the floor. Before I realize I've done it, I'm sitting beside her asking her name. First thing she tells me is "it's a wig."
"What's that now doll?"
"This hair. It probably came from a horses ass that they died blonde, or a leftover from the cancer ward, or synthetic fibre or something."
"Is that the only thing that ain't real about you."
"No sugar, there's plenty."
"Care to enlighten me."
"No sugar, I don't"
Then she drinks the rest of my milk, slaps me, and goes to the bathroom. Naturally, I order another milk, sing a song, and head back to my place to pop off a quick one and get some sleep. It was a god-damn long day.
I sit at the bar and order a milk, just looking for the satisfaction I'd get from the bartender rolling his eyes at such a stupid request. He just grins knowingly and pours me a cup of heavenly white. It says 'Lucerne' on the side of the carton. I think I must've dated a girl named Lucerne once.
"You been here before, kid?" Barkeep mumbles at me.
"What?" Someone yells from the back.
"Wasn't talkin' to you Al," the barkeep mumbles, softer than before.
"Nah, I ain't been here before," I say.
"Well, make sure you come back then."
He turns away, wiping a glass that wasn't wet. Even still, it makes the place seem real somehow. I'm the only cat at the bar, and I figure if he ain't servin' me he'd look pretty stupid just standing there. So he wipes the glass like he should, never mindin' that all the glasses are clean. I turn around, surveying the place almost like I've got something to look for. For a second, and only that, I admit to myself that I'm trying to be Humphrey Bogart. Next thing I think about is the dame in the corner. Red dress neck to toe and blonde locks twisting around like they're chasing a feather to the floor. Before I realize I've done it, I'm sitting beside her asking her name. First thing she tells me is "it's a wig."
"What's that now doll?"
"This hair. It probably came from a horses ass that they died blonde, or a leftover from the cancer ward, or synthetic fibre or something."
"Is that the only thing that ain't real about you."
"No sugar, there's plenty."
"Care to enlighten me."
"No sugar, I don't"
Then she drinks the rest of my milk, slaps me, and goes to the bathroom. Naturally, I order another milk, sing a song, and head back to my place to pop off a quick one and get some sleep. It was a god-damn long day.