Thursdays In The Valley – Part 7

Suddenly, there’s Kenny, leaning across the bar, right in my face, his lips curve around to my ear . . .

“Here, I want you to watch this . . .”

He slides something across the bar towards me . . .

“It’ll really open your eyes. Watch it, think about it. Let me know when you’re finished with it, I’ve got lot’s more where that came from.”

“Umm, ahh, alright. Thanks.”

I take the small white envelope and slip it into my inside coat pocket . . .

“Salvation lies within.”

I feel my pocket . . .

Do you really want to see what the fuck I finally understand? Take a moment, really think, because it might bother you . . . my eyes unfortunately are open. They have been for awhile.

“Hey you!”

I turn toward the door, now there is something . . .

“You are here, I was hoping so, I hate walking into a bar alone.”

“Hey, wow, how are you? What are you doing here?”

“I told you I might stop by, remember?”

“Well yeah, but I didn’t really think you would.”

“Well, I’m here. Let’s hang out. Umm, I seem to recall you saying something about buying me a drink?”

“Oh yeah, definitely, what are you drinking?”

“Ahh, I don’t know, I don’t really feel like beer, kinda makes me bloated. What are you drinking?”

“Captain Morgan and Diet Coke. It’s got to be spiced Rum, none of that Baccardi shit.”

“I don’t really like diet but I’ll take a Captain and Coke if you don’t mind.”

“Right you are, Captain and Coke it is.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

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