8:45pm thursday night and i'm sitting in a rundown bar that doesn't even have a name, just a little red neon sign saying beer, sipping black jack with a hint of coca-cola from a 3 finger glass filled with three ice cubes and the girl next to me is telling me about her ex but i'm not listening, just nodding and every once in awhile i say "oh, really" absently and smile or frown depending on the story... i think about leaving when she asks me about me and i reply, i'm 41 fat divorced with a six year old son who's at his mothers tonite, i live alone two blocks from here in a 1 bedroom apartment with a fish named frank, wanna fuck? she finishes her beer and says, thought you'd never ask.... sometimes lady luck smiles...Birth sign: Libra
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