“Bill’s gonna live to be 105. He’s too mean and ugly to die.”
He said inbetween drags on his Newport.
“Everything in him is hard except his dick.”
“Guy died right here at the bar last night...heart attack...”
“First guy to ever die at this bar. Would’ve thought differently...”
“Lots of people have probably left this place and died somewhere else.”
He looked around
Taking a sip of his drink.
“You can’t buy a break at a bar.”
He shook his head.
“I could die here. Hell! I’m giving it my best shot!”
“Hell...they’d probably roll me over and check my wallet to see if I had enough money to
pay my tab.”
“I’m not asking for it...I’m just saying...it wouldn’t be so bad going in this place.”
He picked up his drink
And tapped mine.
“They’re dropping like flies around here! You better look alive!”
He said with a crooked grin.
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