Giving In Giving Up Giving A Hand

"Giving In Giving Up Giving A Hand" USA 4:49PM 1/24/2015
How can one speak with tired feet when the going gets tough beyond belief. It's hard to hear a single tear when it can fall into a ocean of beer. Covering your problems can only can only go so far before you let it all out at the bar. Then your still there with nothing but air waiting for someone else to care.

You will not drink you promise yourself, but today the bartender says hi. Today will be like most days, but today you decide it's a good day to die. If anything could change you were going to let this be the change. You thought you'd never drink, but now you say it's time to get deranged.

A fountain of yellow and golden bubbles fell into your glass ready to take your troubles. You were ready to taste it and soon become couples. You felt your arm raise the glass above ready to try a new thing called love. You could already see the wedding bells and flying doves.

You weren't sure what to expect, you've never tasted alcohol. No not once, but you were ready to take it all. It was bitter, but also like a sweet fruit or maybe not. You never tasted anything like this as everyone else you know has had a lot. The juice from another planet continued filling your cheeks as your host watched with a smile. He questioned why it took you such a while. For you to finally have some after all the miles.

You answered him before you drank more, that you were to have any now and before. The few times you breathed for air you were ready to share, Your life's stories, but before you wouldn't dare. He listened and stood with huge ears, never questioning you with all your tears. You told him your whole life, likes, and fears. As you went, he continued passing you beers.

The day passed and at home all you could remember was spilling your soul, no beer, on the floor. In your head you watched as the gold splashed out the door. That night you took matter into your own hands, but really he did. The bartender with no face with the closed lid. You swore you should have over dosed on everything you had, but no matter again today you felt much to sad.

You where back had an eye on him, an eye on the guy didn't care if you died. You never actually looked, again you fooled yourself and lied. Today was like the one's before feeling all the same and no actions taken. You knew this bar would be a dream until you awaken. Today you thought about not your past, but the people around you. If they were here what would they tell you? Why are you here do become scum, your going to waste your life and it will all become numb.

You looked down at your glass and noticed the bartender's hand grabbing it. The wood was then exposed underneath as he was nabbing it. This was another day you thought as the day was passing you bye. You were wasting it like you thought. You couldn't allow this to steal any more of the time you bought.
Who was this person anyways always waiting to hand me a beer. It would be impossible that someone like this was even here. "Tell me who you are" was taken away from the bartender before you could speak. You look up and see that it was the television speaking a volume that was very weak.

He was gone and so was your beer. In front of you nothing was near. You wait for something to come up from the wooden barricade, but all you saw out of reach, was your glass full beyond reach. The T.V. flickered now with only buzzing sounds coming from it, but still reflecting colors on to your glass. Where was he, he should be here. Perhaps, you think, he went into the back. You waited, but nothing happened. You lied to yourself imagining you waited, but there you were trying to resist the urge to crawl over the counter and grab that glass. You wiggled off your your chair to stand, but you fell to the floor. No, you seemed to catch your balance and after a few seconds you stopped shaking standing. There you were ready to climb on your seat and vault over. You heard static spike in volume from the television as your knee was place on the counter. You fell off on to the ground, on the other side. The floor smelt like clearer and you know what. Delightful you thought to yourself or did that come from from the T.V.? You were to busy drinking out of your glass to care. You stood there now with an empty glass. You stood there now with an empty glass. You stood there now with an empty glass. It was still an empty glass and it hasn't been full now that you think of it. The juice you thought you drank wasn't there, but the reflection of the T.V. that blinded you into thinking there was any, covering it with colors. You felt a a hand on your shoulder with the words following behind, "That's not beer". You turn surprisingly not stumbling around to see that the bartender was there. She wore a glossy mask of white with a few cracks, with painted on face smiling cat. The bartender was made of black smoke wearing no clothes, but had nothing to show. You took a step back and felt the beer wearing off. Through her you could see people standing looking at you. As you looked through the bartender's body, you could see people you knew being masked from your vision by the bartenders body. You heard steps. The bartender lastly said, "Could you taste the secret ingredient". A arm reached out and with it a hand that burst through the women of black and pulled you into her and then out. There...

There on the other side of the counter you were being held be people who knew you. You were confused...You were confused. You were confused? "Why are you here?", said the a voice.

"To be alone...and think..."

"This is not being alone if your going to break the law and have cops follow you. You did something and the police is looking for you and I found you here in a closed bar."

"How drunk am I..."

"How could I tell, but when when they come and get you you'll know."

"This place isn't closed! I was being served by the bartender!"

"No your were serving yourself empty glasses when we found you. You mustn't been drunk when you almost fell and busted your head if I didn't catch you, but sure enough you got up and cleared that counter top."

"But there was someone I've been going here for years! After work I come here everyday and drink when no one else wants to come find me!"

"You don't have a job! We need to go outside and wait for the police."

There a cop walked over to you and asked what you where doing tonight and questioned why you were walking home at this hour. You were confused. There you were on the side of the road walking home after walking across town through fields to the side of the road. There was no friends, bar, and bartender. . . "How old are you", the man asked. You told him 20 with out thinking and then gave him your date of birth. "You know it is 3am correct?" You nodded replying also with a "yes". He asked why you were here and then you knew you were somewhere else and in fact not in front of a bar, but walking miles to get to your house from your girlfriend. "I've been playing video games with my friends and lost track of the time."

There you lose thought and wait for more to come to you.