Yeah, I remember that night.
I was working so I couldn't drink alcohol.
It was a slow night, dead as they say.
I'm sitting behind the bar trying to smoke my heartache away.
I begged the boss to let me go home.
He would have nothing of it.
The worst blues band in town was butchering classics and extending them with excruciatingly long masturbatory guitar solos.
Just when I thought I was going to lose it completely some asshat jumps into a spastic drum solo.
I went outside and screamed.
No one inside could hear me.
I came back in and miraculously it was time to start shutting things down.
That first beer washed all the tension and pain away.
It was the fourth that brought the heartache back like a flood.
I drove home crying in the rain.
I sat under the eve of my one room block apartment and smoked and drank until I stumbled to bed and passed out.
The next day I woke up in time to open the bar for the night and pushed REPEAT.