flyers

   flyers, thats what his name was on the playmaker screen. jesus christ i hate that guy. he must know everything about fucking everything. I sat next to him one time, only one time, he was a condesending condecending (?) prick. I struck up a conversation, self degrading because of his scores. He acted like I shouldn't be there, like he should be there but I shouldn't need it.
   "like you know shit old man" I said.
   The sign on the door said 'welcome to the Barbary, we've up'd our standards, up yours' It was a pretty good dive except for the fact that the locals thought they owned the place.
   "I hate a loser, fucking drunk who thinks his war stories are the worst. Who hasn't been homeless? Who hasn't had to hustle? Who hasn't been heartbroken? Who hasn't sold their plasma so they could buy some booze? Who hasn't shot-up or smoked fucking crack?! YOU haven't, you self-righteous piece of dogshit!!"
   How the fuck is a drunk not a good enough drunk? I'm not going back there.
   It's not like there wasn't fifty more spots downtown.