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
self.”
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 .
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