My Bar

[Pulp Fiktion]

3am..
drunk again,figures.. i could hear silence from the jukebox, and the dark aura that surronds this misguided place chills my heart with the colds of a dark winterday..
my veins began to numb as the bourban shot me back into the state i was in..
if only something were to lively this place up, then the sorrows of drinking on a late night wouldent feel so..wrong..

the sheer pain that every sad..misreable..and pathetic soul in this cursed place was enough to make even a grit-crocodile break down and cry for forgiveness..i dont remember how or when i came here..nothing...the only thought that filled my head was when the hell am i gonna pass out from this scotch i had been drinkin' since noon..

then a figure who caught my eye..i hadent seen him here before and im not sure why he came to this pit of misery and despair..he..started to approach me...? he grabbed a seat as i shot the last of my scotch down my burning mouth.."yea?" i stated in a calm yet curious voice..he said..nothing..more time passed as he started to murmor something under his lips, he got louder such as a calm wind turned harsh.."and for how long do you plan on living in this wretched excuse for a bar ki?" i looked up shocked, as he knew my name yet i had no clue who he was...i said nothing.."i asked you a question my boy.."he snapped. i responded "well i figure till it closes or i die..."
silence as if he was shocked by my answer."you know my boy, there are somethings worst then death and one of them is sitting here waiting to die" hmmph..he was right..as much as i didint show it, i knew inside he was right....but what was i (To Be Continued)