i sit down again, staring at the melting chunks of my drink. Usually I delight in the vile amusement of solitude, alone for hours strapped to a purple lazy chair thinking; pondering the simple delights and defeats of mankind. I am king here, sovereign to compare and contrast in secret. Tonight however, the entrails of mind shout curses down on the body. Thus, i surrender and flee to an obscure den of vice.
Binding time with conscious imagination, i scan the room in fear of seeing someone recognizable. I am not a coward in the sense of social responsibility; i simply enjoy playing the stranger. Two middle-aged males sit three stools down from me; their beards give them a sense of intelligence or at least a cloak of knowledge. For name