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So I'm sitting at the bar at the keg beside some guy who smells like weed and has a swollen shut eye. Taking a break from the monotony of work. Just 4 more hours I'm thinking. Meanwhile everyone on Facebook is posting pics of dinner and spending time with their families while I'm fending off a creep and thinking maybe I'll have some cheesestrings at my desk when I get back. The holidays have been so horribly depressing for so many years that you would think I'd be used to it but being raised in a happy close knit family I feel feel like holidays are supposed to be celebrated with family. Too bad I moved 4000kms away.
I want another beer but I also want to get away from this guy who won't stop talking to me.
I want another beer but I also want to get away from this guy who won't stop talking to me.