I bellied up to the bar not knowing they had just opened. I sat for awhile. Clever banter with the bartender. People live in bubbles.
The first bubble came in the same boys as every time. (I haven't drank at a bar for real in over two years). They said, things about getting fucked up before a birthday party and played pool. I had seen them before. Bubble two arrived. Yuppies, playing blues and Steely Dan. Trying to get into something. I tried to have a conversation with them. But, of course they wanted to control it. It's their show after all. After a time the bar emptied. Bubble three and four arrived. Gays and lesbians are the third bubble and their future selves the forth bubble; being white trash. Not anything against gays and lesbians but, do you have to be so stereotypical? Bubble three and four left. In the meantime a couple was playing pool. Maybe not in a bubble. I did a shot of coffee Petron. Bubble five arrived and played Limp Bizkit on the jukebox and, got next game on the pool table. Bubble six arrived, in all their glory. Trophy men with trophy girls. I did another shot of coffee Petron and called my Uber. The same thing was happening that happened three or so years ago. This is why nothing changes. Because, nothing changes. But have I?
Then we have, Bubble 0, she was a woman named GiGi. She reminded me of someone from my past, only much older. Look out woman from my past. You may repeat over and over that you want to dance. I ain't lyin'. Scary resemblance. She had style though.
Tune in and don't drop out,
Dj Lipton