You’re Alright

I’m on break, I usually spend it in the stairwell. Get away from the music, the people, the drinks, for a bit. I go in, walk up the stairs to my “office” (which consists of a chair), as I do, I almost trip over this guy.  Jesus!!! Scares the shit outta me. Guy’s sprawled out. I look down. I know the guy. I say, dude. What are you doing? He says, I drank too much. I think for a second. Whatever, I say. Just stay there. I walk up the stairs, sometimes, you gotta choose your battles. Know what I mean? Two minutes pass, then I hear, from down below.

Clint?  You’re alright.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

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