It was wall to wall silent in the bar and that’s just how I liked it; it's how I needed it. Bartender kept the shots coming, no questions asked. He knew I was good for it. I wonder if he knew what was on my mind. No. No wonder. I’m sure he recognized the posture and the drink rate and took me for a man without his woman. What he didn’t know was the details and like all bartenders, they don't really care. I’ve had enough to tell anybody the truth about it, and you wouldn’t believe me because I’ve had enough. Maybe when I get home I'll cable her, send her a picture of my heart on a stake, which is...is it what she really wanted? I don't know anymore. Nobody told me about her, about the way that she lies. I wish somebody woulda told me she wouldn’t be in this bar twenty years ago, like she promised, when she launched me back in time. But I’m going to find her. I’m going to show her the name etched into my palm and I’m gonna beg her to take the stake out of my heart. For sure.
One Fine Line (Friday)
Well, no one told me about her, the way she lies.