the guy was standing there, too aware of his outfit, poseuing by his table of friends and the one with the played-out fohawk who did a few backflips on the spot to the shitty cover band and the girl with the black shoulder-showing shirt and blond little hair grabbed the mic and screamed one of those rock songs you throw yourself around to in seedy bars and i asked aimee if she hated her as much as i did and aimee’s eyes bugged out in agreement.

i always feel bad when i am in that place, bad for people, the women they are sitting there waiting to be approached in their xmas dressyness and they are talking to each other and all the men are wearing the same lame leather jacket with cellphones clipped to their belts and they are looking at the 20 year olds who are brazen enough to drunkscreamtalk and then i look back at the clusters of women with pride and self-respect, trying to appear that way anyhow and then some drunk doofus-fuck is barking at me about his wife/ex-wife, soon-to-be and i feel like telling him look moron, look over there at those pretty ladies who might just put up with your bullshit a little while, i don’t understand why YOU just won’t/don’t understand that you are wasting your friday nites in the same spot every week, hoping ms.perfect will come along and be everything your mother is/not

so stop talking to me because i am not going to fuck you, i’m not even going to hold your hand, or remember you three minutes from now, but that woman over there at the table, she is staring at you right now so why don’t you accept the fact now that you are balding and your white collar job will only impress a 23 yr. old for maybe 8 months or so if you’re lucky and then you have to try it all over again and by then you are nearing 50 and thinking about spreading your seeds around but no woman is wanting to pop out bastard children for a man who will be in his grave by the time they’re in university.

fucking alky.