Did someone fucking blog about this? I looked at Tony the bar tender and he looked back and shrugged his shoulders. The regulars looked around, most of them looked at me. I squinted my eyes and shook my head, no way in hell I told anyone about this. This was my bar. I found it. No one else came here. It may get busy on Friday nights, when live music is advertised but not Thursday. Thursday is when artist are allowed to come get a feel for the space. They practice a set, get free drinks and talk to the regulars about music. Real fucking music. Music that is older than a decade and reaches back further than what you can buy on a t-shirt at Hot Topic. What the hell were these two doing here? When they walked in I could feel the bar change. God damnit, god damnit, god damnit. Did they ask for a menu? Tony is giving them a menu. It’s a bar. This is not a restaurant we do not have made up drinks here kids. Are they even old enough to drink?

“Tony, how old are they”

“21”

“Fucking children”

“I know, Fucking children”

Al agrees sarcastically “Fucking children”

Me and Tony where the youngest in the bar, he’s 23 and I’m 25. Al is 56 and I get his stool when he dies.

“What you making?”

“Two martinis”

“Martinis?”

“Yep, shaken not stirred”

“Jesus fucking Christ”

“They want wine after this”

“Jesus Christ”

Tony took them their drinks and I wanted to spit in them. The girl brought it up to her lips and the smell almost knocked her on her ass. Him too, pussy. I hate these kids. They always look different. Fucking trend following bastards. Where the hell do they get money for new clothes all the time. I’ve had this jacket for 4 years and I make $30 and hour. Living off their parents money. You’re 21 get a fucking job. My kid brother once dated a girl who was 23 and still getting an allowance she had pink shit in her hair too. Really what is it with pink hair? It’s not all pink either. Just a few strips. Like those chunky highlights every girl was getting a few years back. I don’t understand these haircuts and dyes jobs and fucking hair bands. It’s fucking hair it doesn’t need to be dyed pink. I still fuck her though.

I bet he doesn’t fuck her, what I’ve never understood is how these guys operate. They just hang out with girls. They never go on date. These girls get free rides it’s ridiculous.