Bar Time

I slinked into the bar hoping no one would notice. To drink and forget was all I cared about or was going to care about for the rest of the night. When he first sat down I ignored him outright figuring flat rejection would work on this guy, but I was wrong. He needed someone to talk to, someone to sit near and eventually someone to sleep next to or with, whichever would happen. Finally I asked him to remove his hands from his greasy, slimy, semen-soaked pockets and find someone else to get excited about. I just wanted to forget, but all the drink did was help me to remember, remember what I had just finally walked out on. Written on paper 1991 after finally leaving a cheating spouse.