The Whiskey Monologues

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I can’t even pretend that’s why I was drinking, I was at the bar when I got the text. But it gave me more of a reason than I’ve left the house today. I was celebrating being outside by drinking, but I’d left the house purely to drink. That’s what it had come to. Everyone keeps telling me it’s up to me, that I have a choice in the matter. “No hard feelings.” That’s what he said…in the text. Among other things. As soon as I’d received it the bartender knew something was up. Outside for a cigarette, back to my seat…”Can I get you anything?”

I tried to pretend that I was deliberating, picked up the menu… cut the bullshit. “You’re cheapest double whiskey and your cheapest shot of something else, preferably strong.” He smiled knowingly and set about getting me my drinks. I checked my watch, two in the afternoon. So here I am, a week past 19. Nothing to my name but the money in my pocket. No job. No partner. No home to speak of. No family that want me around, as of today. No choice in the matter. But I’m not complaining. I’m not miserable, or sad. I have my friends. I have my drinks. I poured the shot-rum, into the whiskey, downed it and left.

Said my goodbyes and started walking.

Submitted by Tea And Two Slices.