ETA July 26, 2012: Given the issue of using photos that aren’t yours on your blog, I’ve had to remove the image of a guy sort of leaning on a table with a beer bottle in his hand while he stares right into the camera.
I sat in my usual booth with an open bottle of beer in front of me. Well, it hadn’t been my booth for 3 months, 14 days, and about 2 hours, but I sat here considering maybe changing that.
I looked up and there’s lean and lanky Tommy Chester. He’d been half the reason I’d stopped coming in here. He’d started bartending here, and it was no longer the place I could get away from the temptation of him in this hick town. Bad enough he worked behind me at the mill all day, now he was here too? Three months, 14 days, and about 2 hours ago, I’d gotten smashed lusting after those ropy arms, that silky black hair, and those big brown eyes only to have a near-death experience on the way home by being on the losing side of a run-in with a telephone pole.
I’d given up drinking and stayed away from the bar ever since.