Conversations At Bars Part II

Myself
Bartender

So, I lost one of my best friends today. I woke up this morning to hear my dog was put to sleep after being struck by a car. The worst part, I think, about it is that the only tire marks were left across his back. Doesn't appear that the car slowed down, I doubt the car even fucking stopped.

I'm assuming you want a whiskey right? And a guinness? The Jameson is on me.

I thank her kindly for the hospice, and the shot and we banter back and forth for a while talking about the slow night last night, the dead day today. We conclude that it has something to with a festival going on in a town which shouldn't even be a town. Well, city rather than town. The city is basically a long strech of road lined with resturants and bars. That's all it is.

As I sit there staring off into space, thinking our eyes catch.

You shouldn't dwell on it, it's not very good to dwell on things.

I can't help it. That's the way my brain works, I don't intentionally dwell on things, but it's like an avalanche. One thing leads to another, one thought provokes a different one. My great grandmother passing, my dog being put to sleep...What's the third one? Who is it going to be?

You need to teach yourself how to meditate. It helps I promise. I'll give you the best meditation advice I can give you. Next time someone goes down on you, focus on your breathing, your heart beats, the sounds of the two. It puts what is happening to you in full perspective. It's quite the calming experience when you think about it that way. It's more pleasurable than the physical act. You just need to get some head.

Funny how things work out like that. I walked into the bar with no desire for sympathy. More so the desire to see some familiar faces, hear familiar sounds, feel something. Anything. I found that, and far much more.