Thoughts From A Crowded Bar
In a bar right now; the name has changed since the last time I was here. All of the people look the same, the music sounds the same. I have seen people I used to know but have since become names and hazy memories. It is all very loud; I am not sure why I used to like this. Everyone has tattoos and is loud. I feel out of place but find everything curiously enjoyable; its like I am at the zoo.