herded like cattle into the lobby
free wine!
unhinged drunk lady
two glasses in hand
one empty one full
tells us about the women who
will have us.
Mitch bares his teeth
somewhere between a smile and
a grimace.
the drunk lady (and pills I
suspect)
tells me her son was
buried two weeks ago.
Mitch says it's a lie.
She and Kevin "dance"
"Now I feel blessed," he says.
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| The lady in question |
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| The journal in question |
