Stress Reliever
by movieholic
200 words
It's dark, sure. It stinks of alcohol and piss, but it's a bar, come on. Where else can ya go to drink your troubles away, huh? No place better than this, lemme tell you. No place better than a dark 'hole in the wall' bar, that smells like beer and piss. And sex. Because some of these broads don't know what the hell underwear is.
I've got no family, none that I can remember. No close friends, no one from the 27th counts. I've got no life other than work, and that's sad. It's fucked up, really. Here I am, drinking myself to death, looking for an answer in the bottom of a God damn bottle, and I'm not seeing anything but a distorted bartender. Maybe he's the answer. Doesn't matter, 'cause he just serves another beer up. Cheers, huh?
Just drinking the stress away... you can't 'anything' the stress away. It's always there on your back, in your eyes, in your throat... There's no escaping the stress. And you know what? I could give a shit. 'cause the momentary buzz is all I need. The blankness, the forgetfulness. That's enough for me. Cheers.
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