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Comfortable Madness First PDF 4-13-18

Drinks and Sex Men came

Drinks and Sex Men came and went. Not real men. These men were drunks. They’d been coming here for years, long before Angie got the bar in her divorce. These old drunks were far gone, sad and empty. Wasted girls spun on a brass pole with no grace or care. Thin legs barely held them up. Eyes, too big in their sockets, refused to look anyone in the face. They collected their tips and ran away to their dressing room. I only came on the weekend. Angie paid me to clean after hours. I sat and watched the men and the men watched their drinks. Gid came into my head and whispered secrets, a voice from my dreams. “They think you’re a whore,” he said. He wasn’t there, just his voice. I turned my face to a corner and pretended to hear only the music. “All you have to do is love me,” he said. “Love,” I say. One old man down the bar looked at me with his rheumy eyes. I stared him down and he turned back to his drink. “You’re more than this,” Gid said. A man came and leaned too close. He wore a tie and shirt and slacks. He looked like a car salesman or a teacher or something. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. “Hands,” I said. “You’re a meaty one,” he said. “Stop,” I said. He grabbed my face and kissed my mouth. At first, I didn’t know what to do, but then, I bit his lip. He yelped and pushed me away. I fell and his hand went to his bloody mouth. He kicked me in the head. Lights flashed, and the walls spun. Something warm ran from my nose. I spun and curled around myself. He reached

down and grabbed my arm. He hauled me to my feet, slapping me. The whole room twisted and I was on the floor again. Angie rushed over with a small bat. “What the hell?” she asked. “She bit me,” the man said. “You don’t hit my girl,” Angie said. “Bitch.” “Time for you to go,” Angie said. “Damned right.” He stormed out and I got up. “You okay?” Angie asked. “Yeah.” “That’s going to bruise.” “Sorry.” “Did you really bite him?” “I’d had enough.” “You can’t bite people,” she said. “No more biting.” “No promises.”