It was nine-o-clock on a Saturday and I was drunk enough to smoke. Piano man was playing on the jukebox. We all sang along. Those who didn’t know the lyrics hummed the first syllables of words and faked the rest. It was a good time. A good night. Then I saw her standing there staring at me. This must have been her bar but I didn’t know it. It’s been over a year and people change. This place was too high class for the woman that said I dented her universe. I could see her collecting her confidence off the floor to walk over to me and I turned away. I didn’t want to deal with this. I was here to forget about someone not ignore people.

She walked over with her head high and her ass out. She remembered something about me.