Left at the Bar – Curse #8889

Posted on December 17, 2011


I finally noticed that there wasn’t another soul left in the bar. I was alone. The others had quit and gone to do things deemed more productive than practice the talent we had been honing for years.  This isn’t terrible, I thought. There was a give and take in any situation. For instance, there was no bartender so I could drink all I wanted.  The downside was that there was no chef, so I would have to cook my own damn meals.

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