They looked at one another
Up at the mountain
And down at
The bottle of tequila on the bar
And they knew
Just because
It was a bad idea
Didn’t mean
It wouldn’t be a good time
However
The same logic
Would make them rue
Their choices
Later that night
Disclaimer:
Any resemblance to stories I’ve been told in bars is probably not even remotely coincidental. Whether the stories resemble actual persons or events, however, is coincidental… Because that is the nature of story-telling in bars. Mostly.
Originally published 27 September 2018
the kintsukuroi life 
Mostly
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