I’m behind the bar, it’s around eleven, guy comes in, haven’t seen in ages. What’s up, man? Where you been? Haven’t seen you in awhile. I don’t live here anymore, Clint. That’s why. Real prissy. Ok, where you livin now? Well, near Marshaltown. I was taking care of my dad. He was real sick. He just passed away. Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. You movin back, then? No, he says. Just here for a couple days.
An hour goes by, I see the guy puttin on his coat, gettin ready to leave. I say, hey, man, great to see you again. Then he says, yes, I’m glad you got to see me.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.