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Sometimes we just want to drink alone because people in the bars are really that bothersome.  It’s also a lot of people simply are not that interesting.  I’m sitting at the bar with a beer and I have a patron next to me asking me about afterhours bars.  I don’t live in the city and I don’t have much use for afterhours bars.  I’d rather just go home and crash out for the evening.  If I want a beer at 3:00AM, I’ll go into my kitchen and pull one out of the fridge.

He keeps talking about afterhours bars.  I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be impressed or what.  He is clearly too tone deaf to pick up on a disinterested audience.  He talks about an afterhours bar that sells whippets.  Whoop-D-Doo.  I guess he is a lot younger than I am.  Maybe I’m jaded but all I can think of is “Been there, done that.”  He really wants me to be impressed I think.  I’m not sure why.  I guess I should be flattered since most people just ignore me.

Whippet canisters

set delusions in the mind

words echo, resound

cause a ripple in my beer

words I can’t fully tune out.

I try to explain that I will be asleep in bed at 3:00am.  I will be asleep in bed at 3:00am by choice.  At a certain point, you need enough wisdom to know that you don’t need to impress anyone with your antics.  I hope he finds his afterhours bar and I hope he has a really good time.  The neighborhood bar we’re in will close at a normal hour.  I almost feel like suggesting that if he really wants an afterhours bar, he should go somewhere else because this isn’t the place.  They are also highly unlikely to sell whippets even though a lot of Phish and Dead gets played on the jukebox.

After hours bars

surely pop up here and there

but I won’t be there

hopefully in bed asleep

dreams of better small banter