OOOOOhhhhh, yeah. I remember bars. I haven't been a bar kinda guy for a couple of decades. But I sure started out that way during my young gonna-live-forever-and-tear-up-the-world days.
Do you read the Poems forum? I posted "Remember?" under that heading. I wrote it when I was 25, still partying in the bars having a great time. I guess that was a moment of clarity I should have paid more attention to. But I sure GOT IT way back then ... the "phony smiles" on everybody.
Go read it. You might not like it just right. I mean you might like it because it hurts just right.
It sounds like you'd understand me.
I was just as unpretty. Everybody knows that all the girls get better looking at closing time. I call that "Booty is in the eye of the beerholder".
There's no telling how many nice people I pithed off trying to be crudely funny, or saying something stoopid. I know I nearly got the crap beat out of me often. And even then, I would wake up in the morning and think, "I shouldn't be home alive. Must be a miracle."
God bless ya, Anja. It's not supposed to be fun to remember. But we GOTTA! That me disgusts me. What a CONTRAST!
I had a flash the other day. (Am I talking too much?) Drunks laugh a lot together with their drunk stories. They're bragging. AAers laugh a lot together about their drunken foibles. We laugh at the irony of how stupid we were. And we laugh together because we can't believe how much we identify with each other.
To make sure I remember, I go back to my rehab center where there are a lot of people with one foot still in hell and a lot of people who are closer to heaven trying to pull them up. Best of both world. Rememberance and hope.
HAhahahahhahah ... yep. God radio. Now it's like we have a tooth filling that picks up radio in our heads.
IF we stay spiritually fit, that is.