Rabbit Went to Thursdays with a friend who quit boot camp but hates this bar so left. I am good at waiting in darkness, alone, drinking. Other friends come but are clung on by creepers. I Woke Up Today by Port O’Brien plays and suddenly we’re on the precipice of another Ohio summer! I high-five Rabbit AKA High-Five Guy who is an Eagle Scout. He buys us shots of Crown and Coke, then throws his glass into the air, aiming for the roof. But there is a hole in the roof and the glass follow’s gravity’s stringent rules and shatters on the kaleidoscope everywhere. The bald, black-eyed bouncer points a finger and we are back on the streets, the future still shards in our powerful palms.
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