West Fargo, ND – Musky smell.  Sticky floors.  He was sitting in a dark corner only lit by the bathroom lights.

He’d been there since 1pm.  Its not a couple minutes past 12 a.m. now. Many beers later it looked like he had just started.

Jack was his name. He was dressed like a lumberjack. Burley looking fellow whose staunch shoulders held up his fancy flannel shirt.

I was gazing upon his beard looking for signs of life when he blurted out, “hey! Who! Hey you….”

I realized he was talking to me. I stood up and walked over to him as he motioned me to sit down at his lonely and dark table.

I took a seat to his right. His hair was very grey.  Looked burned, sun torched, weather beaten.

I said, “hey dude…sup brah..”

He then proceeded to vomit all over himself.  I got up and left in a haste.

— Insane Ramblings From Random Drunk Bar Patron