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Welcome to Lisa World, where anything goes
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This is my world so really there are no limits. I can't tell you from one day to the next what you'll find here. Whatever I feel like. There may be stories and poems, words of advice, games, links to sites reccommended by me or my friends, or just thoughts. The same thing may be up for weeks or hours, who knows. Sometimes I'm very ambitious and creative, other times I'm just lazy. I hope that no one takes offense to anything, that's not the intention. I'll say now that I do support beer and smoky treats, a lot. I like them. Any of your questions or comments or even if you have something you want me to post is more than welcome, in fact it is encouraged. Remember, Anything Goes. enjoy
Simpson
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This is a short story I wrote in the bar
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There's a guy sitting kiddy corner from me across the dimly lit bar room. He's up at the bar while I'm at a side table by the wall. I came here to drink and write. It's spring break and I have three papers due when I get back. I've been staying with some friends so I haven't been real accomplished with getting homework done. I write best while I drink and I'm very comfortable in bars, thanx to my friends, so I figured maybe I can get some work done here.I wonder why that guy is here. He's old, about 55, maybe 60. He's wearing worn out charcoal pants, a flannel shirt and an old electricians jacket, probably from his job in his younger days.
The bartender talks to a group of people sitting on the other end of the bar. This group consists of a few men and a woman, all about middle - aged (40's). There talking about the business at the bar across the street and comparing the local hardware stores. The woman gets up stating her destination as the washroom. She seems relaxed as if in daily routine dressed in a black jogging suit. She walks toward me with a friendly enough look but also as if she's wondering why there's an abnormality in her day, me. She stops and makes conversation with me. She asks me if I'm doing homework. I tell her yes and explain in as little detail as possible as to why I'm here, which I'm sure is what her sole intent was. She goes to the washroom.
The old guy still sits there absorbed in college sports on t.v. He orders another beer, draft in a glass, probably a light. I wonder why he's here.
The lady in black comes back from the bathroom. Two of the men she was with bid there farewells, for now and remind the bartender to tell Charlie that they have his cigarettes if he comes in. She kicks her feet up on the open chair as she sits back down. As the two guys walk out, two more come in.
One guy has on a red button up shirt and blue jeans, he's balding and seems kind of intimidated. He sits down quickly at the far end of the bar, a few seats from the old guy and orders a drink.
The old guy is still watching t.v and the beer he just ordered is already three quarters of the way gone. He shifts in his chair with what seems to be excitement, maybe because someone sat down within talking distance to him.
The other guy that came in is wearing blue jeans, a Grey sweatshirt and a green sports jacket and is greeted, "Heyyyy, Charlieeee!" There's a scuffle for cigarettes. He hangs his jacket on the back of a bar stool by the lady in black, who is answering the phone, just as if he walked into his living room and sat in his recliner.
Maybe I'll go talk to the old guy.
I think that the lady in the black jogging suit works here, or owns it. She is on the phone with someone who may be an Angel. She requests all sorts of alcohol and sets a time for it to be delivered, beautiful.
The old guy starts talking to the guy in the red shirt, another guy comes in.
This guy is in a pair of black wranglers and a black leather jacket, kind of heavy set, glasses, about 50. He sits at the populated end of the bar, orders a drink and starts conversing with the bartender. Must be nice to be the bartender.
The guy in red finishes his drink, goes to the washroom and when he comes out, stops by my table. Again, I am kindly questioned as to why I'm here. He sees my book, the Zohar, while I give my triggered response. The guy in red tells me about his brother who is a Jewish Mystic. I am thrilled engaging in intelligent conversation outside my friends, while drinking beer. The guy in red, I find out is getting his doctorate in Psychology. This information makes me shy out of our conversation. All I need is someone else telling me what a headcase I am. He must of caught the vibe because he apologizes for consuming my time and walks away. He gets his jacket and leaves.
The old guy sips his beer and glances around the bar room..
The guy with the green jacket offers me a corned beef sandwich and a shot. The sandwiches are free today, leftover from St.Patricks Day. I tell him I ate before I got here but that I would take him up on the shot. I question in my head whether or not I should take something for free from someone I don't know, especially some middle aged guy. I resolve my dilemma, quickly, with the justification that it's just karma because I bought my friends and I a round of shots last night. The guy with the green jacket and I toasted to a late St. Pattys day with 12 year old Jameson.
I catch the old guy out of the corner of my eye finishing his beer. I hope he orders another one because I want to go talk to him. I wonder why he's here.
There's about a whole ten seconds of monotony. I go to the washroom. I get into the washroom and after being here last night I can'' understand where the door went on the stall. I look around and realize that I went into the Men's washroom. DOH! I walk out and go into the women's as quickly and quietly as I can. I don't think anyone noticed.
I come out and the old guy is leaving. I wonder why he was here.
Well, I'm drunk and restless so I guess I'll finish my beer and go. I'm sure I'll be back tomorrow, probably even later today. Maybe the old guy will be back tomorrow too.
-Let me know what you think
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