Friday Night Hangout

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I walked into the local dive bar and observed the unchanging scene I did every Friday night. The same young soldiers were pushing each other around and sloshing alcohol down each other’s throats. The bartenders were once again serving the locals all the while ignoring the flood of advances being thrown their way by baby booming grandfather like patrons. The usual hustlers were lined up alongside the pool table. They were scanning the crowd and scouting out their mark, ultimately deciding to play within their own pack; each coming out even at the games end. Faces and names vary from week to week but the roles and characters played do not. All who strut, saunter, or slink through that door do so to escape one thing. To escape what they considered to be their life before entering the little hole in the wall they are now indigenous to. We were no different. My friends and I settled on a small table in the back corner of this little box that would serve as our distraction for the night. From my chair I watch the waitresses take turns evading people like dogs in the street dodge cars....

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