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Settling in, ht Nobody had seen me, or even wanted to take notice To everyone except the bartender, I’d been there forever

They’re not really looking for you, I told myself Relax

I’d co juht as well relax

I ordered a double shot of bourbon and sla the bartender that the drink cost He slass — alith a glass with these people — and a strangely rounded glass at that At least in England they used pint glasses So and solid you could really wrap your fist around

England…

A lump formed indown that path, I used my beer to s it down

The , the police were looking for the two guys beating the piss out of each other in the alley An ie of my handsoed jawline Whoever he was, I hoped he’d gotten away Probably so especially brave

But ere those other guys?

Slowly I played the scene over incal amy arm…

I wondered which of the three I’d sent hurtling into the wall, and whether or not he’d be alright Probably, I thought to ain, I’d been amped up Pumped with adrenaline And when that happened…

Well when that happened, all bets were off

I shoved thepull from my beer It was a lot war here too — if you didn’t order your beer cold, you got whatever you got Just another annoying , bullshit trip

It had been four days already — a long, monotonous four days stuck at the top of soood at least, but by noas restless Beyond restless

And lonely too

Here in the bar, at least there were people Music played, glasses clinked I soaked it all in, not even realizing how s these past few days Nor told to isolate myself somehow bothered me