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his case, he was probably headed to the bathroom stalls of Halley’s Pub to knock up
the young girl hanging on his shoulder. How do I know Once I was dangerous. I
had the fast car, the multiple girls a night, and the opportune drink. My life once, as
theirs do now, revolved around girls, booze, and fast cars. Alas, I had become fed up
with the life of partying and lying with a different woman every night. So, I settled
down. Now here I sit; a smoking, drinking, widower.
Mr. Weasel, apparently tired of the illustrious woman sitting on his lap,
grabbed his glass and began to stroll in my direction. I presumed he was going to
“drain the main vein.” I swiveled on my stool and took a long drag on my Red.
It smoldered and died when I pushed it into ashes. “Watch it gramps!” SPLASH!
A cold liquid ran down my face and all over my back, as the voice of Mr. Weasel
echoed in my head. I spun on my seat to see Weasel yelling at me, like I had done
something wrong. Alcohol dripped off my face and hit the bar room floor; my anger
and temperature was rising with every barley infested drop.
After the incident Mr. Weasel, who’s knew nickname happened to be
dumbass, didn’t apologize. In his drunken delirium he hardly noticed that he had
spilt his beer and continued on to the facilities. Without a care in his mind he
swung the hinged door to the stall and never looked back to see what had happened
to his now empty beer mug. Shock, anger, and disgust coursed through my veins,
as the alcohol had minutes ago. I grabbed the nearest napkin, which Halley had just
placed there to keep the scotch glass from scaring the bar’s finish. With it, I began to
scrub my face with ridiculous force to remove the backwash from my pores. My face
eventually reached its breaking point and I couldn’t scrub anymore.
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