Wendy's Bar opened at 11 am. We arrived at around 10:50. The plan was to get our regular seats. We weren't alcoholics, we still aren't. We just enjoyed the atmosphere. When you live in fife there is little to do but drink. It's either drink, sell drugs or kill yourself. The drug idea didn't appeal to me because I wasn't the right build that I could protect my stock against would be thieves. The killing myself idea floated around, but I abandoned it for the more socially accepted act of drinking until my liver and lungs slowly shut down.
The football was today but we couldn't afford tickets because drinking took precedence. We decided to watch it on the pubs big screen anyway. During the match there was a heated argument between Dean and some other guy. I suggested Dean smash a bottle of his head. Dean reclined to do so. The argument quickly ended. Dean and the man he had dispute with were now drinking together. I, as usual was left alone. This did not bother me. I enjoyed drinking alone in a room filled with people.
Anna came in around 5 o'clock. I was already in a very drunken state by then. She had just finished her job at the local bookstore.
She sat next to me and said “So when will I see your book grace my store?”
“When I'm dead and the Hipsters who saw the movie of my books that no one bought come in to buy it so they could pretend they read it before they saw the movie”
“That'd be a pretty depressive movie”
“It'd be a pretty depressive book” I said, then motioned the signal for 'another drink?'
She said “Yeah, I'll have a JD and Coke. And books are allowed to be depressive.”
When I returned with my Corona and a shot of Morgan's and her JD and Coke. I asked “how so”
“Writers are depressed, lonely people”
“I'm not lonely, I have a bar full of friends”
“Do you have love? What happens when the bar closes?”
“I go home, sleep, get up, shower, pub, repeat.”
“Such a depressive life you lead.”
“It's my life. Don't you forget. It's my life. It never ends”
After this short conversation Anna gets up and says she's going to mingle. She leaves me alone in my corner of the bar again. Now that the weekend drinkers are starting to arrive the bar begins to play music. Wendy's is pretty much an indie bar for white kids with art majors or students of the social sciences. I wonder if the sociology majors ever sit and take notes about us regulars. The ones who come here day in, day out. I wonder if they know we spent Christmas day drinking in here. I wonder what they did on Christmas day.
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