Last night for the first time in a long time I went to a bar to down a few drinks with a friend. It's a lounge and casino called the Lucky Strike -- stumbling distance from the store where I work. On Sunday nights they have $1.00 well drinks all night. Attractively dangerous.
When I got there it seemed half the folks in the bar were people who often show up at the store after the bars close. Some of them have been pretty obnoxious. Some of them are in my stories.
I was in their lair; I found the nest! I briefly, humorously considered being obnoxious to them on their own turf; but they wouldn't notice -- most were already obnoxiously drunk. So after one-too-many vodka tonics I rapidly assimilated. I was happily obnoxious and got along well with all. I became one of them. Again. (see I Am One of My Stories! (Dude)).
Except I didn't stagger to the store afterwards.
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