There’s Home, and There’s Everywhere Else
We’re buying beer. I want the Rainier sixer cause it’s cheap, she says don’t worry, she’s been copying twenties at work. So I buy the twelver.
I’m supposed to show up at midnight, says she can run off a few then. Why twenties? The old ones, they’re the easiest, she says. I get there at midnight, says she can’t do it, come back later.
I’m over at Dots. Bartender looks rough, says he didn’t see the inside of his bed sheets last night.
Back at the copy place, says she’s running the thing we talked about, tells me to go back to Dots.
Bartender looks worse than before. I ask about his bed. I say something like Wouldn’t it be I haven’t seen the inside of my bed, or something like that?
He doesn’t look too sure.