Thursdays In The Valley – Part 8

About twenty minutes later . . .

“So who’s your friend?”

Man, just stay away from her . . .

“Just somebody I know from work. She’s cool. Be nice, huh?”

“Oh shit, ME . . . I’m always nice . . . to the ladies.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Do whatever you gotta do with the rest of the chicks in here but leave her alone, ok?”

“Oh man, you like her, don’t you?”

“I don’t know . . . she’s cool, she’s a friend of mine. I guess I like her enough not to want to see her walk out of here with you.”

“DAAAMN!! Spear through the heart. Why do you treat me this way? I’d take good care of her for ya . . . I’d be real nice.“

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of. Just leave her alone, ok?”

“Oh shit, ma’ man’s in love. I ain’t never heard you talk about a girl like that. Come to think of it, I can’t remember you ever talking about a girl at all. I guess you do have a dick.”

“Yeah, I do have a dick and your about to see it upside your big head if you keep this shit up.”

“It’s cool, it’s cool. Keep that shit in your pants. There is no need to go there. I respect you. I’ll keep my distance. No problem.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“So where’s the girl’s? It’s almost ten, when are they supposed to start?”

“I don’t know, I’d say ask the bartender but I haven’t seen him in awhile.”

“Damn, speaking of girls, there’s yours, right over there, surrounded by a whole sausage fest and I am willing to bet they aren’t as understanding as me.”

“I told you, she’s not my girl . . .”

“Maybe not, but you better get over there anyway. She looks kind of uncomfortable, and that’s exactly when guys like me come to the rescue.”

“She’s a big girl, she can handle herself.”

“Yeah, whatever you say man, but I think maybe something big is gonna be handling her if you don’t get over there. Know what I mean?”

“Dude, she’s not with me. I know her, she knows me, that’s it. Once she walked through that door, it’s all on her. I’m not here to save anybody . . . know what I mean?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s cool. No worries. It’s local’s night my friend. Local’s.”

There’s too many things that need to find peace in this place. I see the moon and then as quickly as it came, it goes away. Just give me a little more time to find what I’m looking for before you leave. But if you have to leave, then go. I understand. There is no hard feelings here, towards the sun or the moon. There’s a shrill as I stand here alone and they wave to me from so far away. It’s like something I use to know and then softly left behind. It’s thoughts like these that help me to pass the days, or maybe they simply steal my days, it’s hard to say. I’m not sure what I see anymore, what lies behind that kind word, why is it that you smile at me? A gesture? A symbol? Are you waiting for something? If you are waiting for something then that must mean you want something. What do you want from me? A gentle touch and a few soft words to make everything ok? But you know, I can see the fear in your eyes as you walk into this place. This is all so unfamiliar to you, it’s like a coat that doesn’t quite fit. It will keep you warm but doesn’t feel quite right. Eventually, you won’t be able to take it anymore and then you will have to take it off. I assure you, the novelty of all this will soon wear off and then what’s left? A lesson or two, maybe even an answer; and then more questions. One thing is for certain, I have something to say, but only when no one is listening, I am very careful about that.

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