Act I: There’s always the one drunk white dude front and center. Yes, granted Seahawks won but take off your fucking jersey at a Bowie Tribute show. Surprisingly, he scores and sucks face with not so bad looking but typical white equally drunk chick. Her two friends apologize for the indiscretion. Yeah, Suffrage City is happening. Someone else smack the bitch so I don’t. FYI, your friends aren’t true friends. Please use a condom tonight- have enough of your kind procreating hence, our President Elect. Bowie dies and the world turns to shit. Can we just fast forward and die now? Our divine creation is planning the most excellent audiovisual orgy. The big guy in the sky has a twisted sense of humor. I arrive at the bar two doors up and, lo and behold, who should I see standing behind me but drunk white guy and typical drunk white girl. My right pointer is typing away meanwhile second white drunk guy later knowned as Derek quizzes me on which song is currently playing. “Name this band ” he demands. My pause annoys him. “You don’t know?!” “Actually, I do not care”. I continue my pointing at the small square letters. “You know you are attractive?” he stutters. “Yes, I am” and “it’s The Strokes”.
Act II: She just sits to the right of me. She introduces herself as Cindy aka Cindy who saves horses. Cindy chatters incessantly. She rides a Harley and a very single woman. She tells me no one wants and very lonely. Cindy is too much energy so I pawn her off to a strawberry blond lumberjack. I finished my tall boy meanwhile lonely equestrian girl and Paul Bunyan seem to be hitting it off. She is sitting on his lap. I let them be.
Her mourning coffee 