I Use the Bar Stool Dad Used
the other bartender said he died right there in the middle of the floor, after sliding off his bar stool, sorta kickin’ and turnin’ purple. I figured Dad would die pissed off.
the other bartender said he died right there in the middle of the floor, after sliding off his bar stool, sorta kickin’ and turnin’ purple. I figured Dad would die pissed off.
I nodded and looked about again. The rain was pelting as if it took our existence as a personal affront. I was glad that Ronald was with me.
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