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The Island Park Ale House.
Walk in and watch the madness unfold.
Go to urinate, have a fellow ask you for five minutes alone.
He stares into the mirror, you have to piss.. and you say ok.. only to find out minutes later it's crack he's smoking.

So I continue to swallow back the re-occurring guiness pints.
Brother Justin of Carnivale's lore's look a like stumbles in, I recognize him from prior musical discussions. Rasputina, The Clash, Faith No More.. he offers me a job in insurance and that he'll call me again when we aren't drunk. I ask if there's any experience needed and he says personality and charisma and that i shit that. And I grin and share another drink with em.

His attachment or so it seems, ex-girlfriend or something, clings to me.. you're brilliant, and i'm afraid , she talks buddha and so do I, she mentions that she lives across the street from me, sits quiet. You look like want to say something, something more. You know I'm 40. And that wasn't what I asking. You know I really like you. And she goes to kiss my lips and I turn my face.

This goes on for a period long enough to have friends putting out bets on whether or not i'm going to disappear with her. But that wasn't happening. Not at least on my time.

We talk for a bit. She seems uneasy. Brother Justin, wraps his arm around her, rocking along to some Crosby Stills and Nash, and I ask her if she's afraid and she replies yes.


You aren't happy are you?
and she's configured in fear, then nods once and leaves to his word.

I leave shortly after and type this.