I look over at the guy next to me.
“Last one, Kimber. Four fingers with a splash,” he says.
He turns to look at me.
“My nightcap. Whaddaya take to help you sleep?” he asks, patting his pocket.
“Two peanut butter sandwiches on white bread. Creamy,” I reply.
“Hugrhm?” is this noise he makes.
“Yeah, crunchy is more of an a.m. thing for me.”
“So you don’t wanna buy something?” he says, again patting his pocket, like I had missed his question’s point.
“I’ll buy your nightcap, there, if you can give a good answer to a dumb question,”
His pupils dilated as soon as he heard “I’ll buy.”
He swirls the spirits against three ice cubes, as if contemplating the offer.
As if he had something to lose.
“Okay,” he says after an impotent dramatic pause.
“What is the meaning of life?”
Without pause, he responds, “To find an answer to the question ‘what’s the meaning of life.’ “
“Put that one on my tab, Kimber,” I say.
~
I’m here to hear loud music.
I’m here to feel the second-hand smoke hurt my lungs.
I’m here for a headache.
I’m here to be alone in a crowd.
I’m here to eavesdrop.
People chasing highs; People stalking thighs.
Licking each other’s wounds.
I am here because it will help me to sleep.
Ace.
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I went somewhere with the intent of licking my wounds one year… and it was worse there from whence I had come
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The real search is for an experience, not a meaning 🦉🎶
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Howl true.
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It’s sort of a mountain lion howl for me this weekend
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Sounds intriguing!
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Sleeping in hole beneath the rocks
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