There is A Song

She looks at the jukebox and wonders which song would best reflect the spark she lit and lived along its flickering lights all by her own. If you asked her if she was fluent in the languages she spoke, she would say: “I am fluent enough to keep things ambiguous until the time passes. I know how to spell out the words but I lack the ability to express them in an immediate fashion.”

If you ask her if she ever loved, she would say: “Yes, but I loved in silence. Perhaps it’s better this way, or perhaps I need someone to slap this bullshit out of me.”

She looks at the jukebox and wonders if there is a song that she can sing along with. The songs are familiar yet the words are as distant as her need for a life where the absolute is the will to power and the imaginary is a constant need for disappearance. She could tell you that she’s the one you’ve been looking for in all of the wrong ways,  that life is as difficult as she lets it be, but she would be lying. God, would she be lying.

She finds a song she doesn’t know and for the first time ever, she sings along, knowing all of the words she’s never heard before. Her breath smells of stale cigarettes and beer. Yet, she steps in front of the five people present at the bar at 2p.m. and sings to their faces the stories she’s never been through. She’s high on life or perhaps it is death, who knows? The lights are not strong enough for her to be sure about what it is that she is standing in front of –  a proposition or supposition of something that never was. She ruined the flow of words when she started thinking about what she was supposed to be naturally belting out. There are words she chokes on, words about love and loss that she still hasn’t made peace with. The people ask her to sit down and have a few glasses of water. The water tastes like whiskey and the next thing she knows, it is in fact whiskey.

A guy approaches her: “What’s your story?”

“I just wanted to speak out before my light completely caved in. But it’s getting dark now. Where do we go to escape it?”

“Escape what?”

“Life.”

“Let’s go back to my place.”

Twice Forever

I heard a band playing some rock inside, I looked up at the sign, it said: “The Next Whisky Bar”
I never noticed that there was a previous one. I took a look inside through the window, they served all kinds of alcohol. I went in.

The place was packed.

As I entered, I had to get across a line of stools on which people were sitting, facing the bar shelves. It was too narrow that I had to pass between them and the bar. It was like getting to your seat at the movies. To do that, you either had to give them the crotch or the ass. I gave them the crotch, and made eye contact while passing by.

I finally found an empty stool and I sat down. The bartender gave me the menu. Hungry, I ordered a sandwich and a beer. And checked my watch.

It took forever for the food to come, so I ordered a second beer as I waited.

The cellphone of the guy sitting next to me started ringing, it said: “My Queen”. Damn! Why nickname your partner the highest title of a female monarch given to her just by virtue of birth?

If I had a partner, I’d call her “Proletariat”. At least I would believe in her future.

Dinner is served!
I looked at my watch again, fourteen minutes had passed. Forever is fourteen minutes long.
When I was eating, a girl replaced the self-proclaimed king sitting next to me. That I did notice. Also her behind.

Damn! She could use those twin Jupiters to take an escalator on her way to success. Those things could get her past the education system, capitalism and Gandalf. That thing could teleport. She can pass the Israel-Lebanon border back and forth, no problem!

Having enough alcohol in me and two full packs of cigarettes I asked her if I could buy her a drink. Yeah, you guessed it, she said yes!

But you can’t have it all, can you?

After some small talk, she said she liked books, self-help books, that she was an environmentalist and practiced yoga daily.

Let me rephrase that for you.
She called them books, those things that you read to feed your impudent rotting ego rooted in self-centered ignorance, self-help books.

Another beer.

What a fart ! What a piece of boneless shit!

These people are worse than that shit piece of split at the fingernail fold that you have to peel your whole hand off to get rid of it.

Another beer.

Yoga?
Jesus, Mary and Joseph Stalin.

I just wished she knew that that yoga mat she takes idiot poses on will eventually end up in the ocean as a tombstone for a dolphin or something.

Another beer.

She had those round glasses, that make you look smart. Well, she put the word smart in: “These people are the new plague.”

I was one tequila shot away from stealing a job.

Eventually, she felt that I was staring into my own reflection in the mirror at the back of the bar, that I stopped listening to her plans of making the world a better place.

She asked me what’s wrong. I was thinking of hanging myself. Then I thought, nah, hanging from a noose is like a bad puppet show.

I told her that my favorite book was Playboy which she should definitely be in and consider a career.

The look on her face was like a scene of the Red Army marching into Berlin. Priceless !

She got up and left.

By then, I had too much to drink. I went to the toilet.

I like the toilets at bars. They are built like it’s known that some people will be too shitfaced to stand still and take a piss, so they’re made really small, in a way that you can lean on any wall and still hit the toilet. Genius!

I looked at my watch, it wasn’t there, instead there was a bottle of beer in my hand. I looked at my other wrist, it said 2:00 am

As I added to the water in the seat, I heard the music growing louder and louder.

“The boys are drinking
And the girls are dancing
And the people are moving away
Times are changing and the winds are blowing
And the people are moving away..”

I felt the ceiling zoom in on me and my head rock back and forth.

I put my hand on the wall, listened to the music, took a huge gulp of beer and kept pissing.

I heard a knock on the door and someone shouted: “Hey man ! There’s a line here! You’ve been in there forever!”

I looked at my watch, and it was 2:14 am..

The End