The sounds of the bar come to life again as it did every night. Drifting up to where he could have heard them. The nights he didn't sit down there he was usually sitting in the window reading but tonight he laid half in and half out of conscious thought. The sound of his voice had been drifting in and out for awhile now.
"What would you know… fuck you." "I'm not going to die, go the fuck away you bald bastard." "Don't make me get up."
Arguing with nothing but a mental image his sick mind had produced. "Go the fuck away, I want to sleep I have work tomorrow."
It was the last thing he grumbled at the wall before he finally stopped speaking again.
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SNIPLET SICKNESS EVENING 1
Date: 2016-12-03 03:26 am (UTC)The sounds of the bar come to life again as it did every night. Drifting up to where he could have heard them. The nights he didn't sit down there he was usually sitting in the window reading but tonight he laid half in and half out of conscious thought. The sound of his voice had been drifting in and out for awhile now.
"What would you know… fuck you."
"I'm not going to die, go the fuck away you bald bastard."
"Don't make me get up."
Arguing with nothing but a mental image his sick mind had produced.
"Go the fuck away, I want to sleep I have work tomorrow."
It was the last thing he grumbled at the wall before he finally stopped speaking again.