Main Street Story , short and tragic
The Bar in the basement of the old Bozeman hotel was crowded and
Kurt was a little too old to be cool here . . Demitri was behind the
bar , Kurt knew his drinks would be watered down, if he got served
at all. Kurt hoped that Demitri's work visa would be yanked soon and
he'd be sent back to Putin's Paradise .
The waitress working the floor was Vickie . Kurt looked for a table
near the door . Vickie would give him a free drink occasionally , She
had a thing for him ,or at least he hoped she did. “ Hell ,” he said to
himself as he took a seat, “ She could just think I looked like he
father. What the hell for a free beer and a smile, I'll be dad ! “
Vickie brought him a beer without asking, “what can I get ya ?”
( was he that predictable ?) What was he doing looking for in this bar
or in this beer ?
Was the young couple ,at the next table twittering on their smart
phones so interested in updating their status that they ignored the
person they came in with any better off than him ?
“well who am I to Judge, I'm alone in a crowded bar talking to my
Kurt should of left right then , but he stayed and had one beer to many and then the
midget climbed up ( took him a while ) on the stool opposite me . He did not
look happy , because of the beer and my lack of verbal self control Kurt asked “
you're not happy so which Dwarf are you ?” then he shot Kurt in the chest and
he died .