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To The Bar, Solo Dolo
It is such a relatable tale
The itch, arising from a desire to feel alive again, compels you to leave this dusty room and get out into the night air. It’s been too long since you’ve enjoyed yourself.
Go have some fun for fuck’s sake.
You gather your keys and wallet, phone and knife, and get out the door before you dwell upon how broke you are. Caution got you into this drudgery. Perhaps a bit of compulsivity will shake you out of it.
The night is drizzly. The moon holds a steady gaze to observe your excited steps. A deep breath expands your chest and releases hot vapor out into the dark blue haze.
You marvel, for the millionth time, how street lights cast a striking glare on every surface. This is especially amplified by the streaking glimmer of freshly-slicked rain. The knife-edged shadows lend a contrasting appeal that compliments the glowing orange blooms.
This was a good idea.
In your car, you try to ignore the stale smell of whatever’s dying in the grocery bag looped over the gear shifter. You should probably throw that out at your first opportunity. It just seems so awkward to do so in public. Hence the bulge and odor of the neglected receptacle. Anyway, this is not what you came out to do. You’re on your way to have a drink, and…
