:: Out of Spite, Out of Mind ::

:: Saturday, January 17, 2004 ::

Bartending memory that surfaced upon waking this morn

"Good beer and good music, that's all that's worth living for" he said to me.

He was in here before, but I couldn't remember his name. He was in his mid forties, looked like an example of the kind of guy I used to hope to grow up to be when I was a kid.

I had seen him come in with a beautiful woman months before, and a few months before that I met him for the first time.
She said that he had mentioned me, the bartender who had cheered him up by playing Elvis Costello tunes on the restaurant's stereo all night.

He left me a $40 tip on a $70 bill that night...

But tonight he was alone, travelling through the U.S.
He seemed wounded somehow, but I didn't ask.

He was reading a newspaper with a horrific headline as he said the above quote.

:: Ol Man Factory 1/17/2004 01:32:00 AM [+] ::
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