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blitzed and shuffling into the bar at the end of the street.
the neon lights flickering through pockets of tobacco smoke floating in the low ceiling. walking past a small crowd towards the bar, an impregnating aroma of perspiration, cheap perfume, spilled alcohol and sawdust penetrate the airways.
this song begins to play on the louder than normal jukebox. Head bobbing to the bass line and the piano solo. moxie slowly begins flowing through the veins.
alcohol starts pouring and the first three drinks wash down quicker than your pupils expanding to the darkness.
sitting there, u turn....
