I remember the long bar crowded with regulars and the man with half-open eyes that Kenny said was lost on goofballs. I remember snorting snow from the corners of my driver's license and laughing at the story of the sad eyed smart mouthed girl who blew half the bar in the bathroom "just because she felt like it" and wishing I'd been there that night. I remember the golden light and neon reflections in the mirror and thinking I'll write about this some day and standing out with my college educated ideas and not belonging but wanting to belong.
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