Charlie’s back ached as he reached for another drink. The Rebel Bar had been dead today. For all Charlie disliked the drunks and bums who shared his day and hated having to listen to the same old jokes; the same old stories, most of them a lie; lies that for many had become life stories. He missed the movement of the people, this was his level; a living world of what might have been and premature life expectancies.
Charlie’s back ached as he reached for another drink. The Rebel Bar had been dead today. For all Charlie disliked the drunks and bums who shared his day and hated having to listen to the same old jokes; the same old stories, most of them a lie; lies that for many had become life stories. He missed the movement of the people, this was his level; a living world of what might have been and premature life expectancies.