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No More Friday Nights

Dry mouth is a misnomer after you’ve had your last swig of beer. Skunk mouth too base; Slack-jawed: your face.

No holds are barred and this bar can’t hold you. Off your ~~rocker~~ stool to go play pool, you say, or some such other brawny, burly, ballsy nonsense.

Now I’ve seen tipsy and cow-tipping, but tipping a waitress with an ass-grab and an air-smooch is a new low, even by your slithering snake-belly standards.

My neck, craned left from scowling, now aches from shaking.

My next boyfriend will have to be a chiropractor.

I say my goodnights with a quick extinguishing of a lit cigarette in the withering remains of that swill by the bill.

If no-contact kissing was good enough for her, fair play follows that you like it the same way.

I take one long last look back at your salty pillar before hitting door, pavement and the eye-rolling, thumb-drumming dreams of that Pink Cadillac.

Ashtray-licking was just a blunt metaphor you’d stolen from someone funnier. Maybe I’ll laugh again if it’s told differently.

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No More Friday Nights
Will Hindmarch
Posted 5 months ago

Great vignette. The voice in here is killer, the beat almost to the point of poetry. This is the sort of thing that’s best coming from the hip. Good stuff.
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THX 0477
Posted 5 months ago

Has a definite harshness about it with some great lines and imagery. I felt like you may have gone a step too far into metaphor-land, just cause I got lost a couple of times. But still a very evocative little bit of story.
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SKermitgorf
Posted 5 months ago

Very noir-ish. Some of the metaphors were pitch perfect.
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Seth Miller
Posted 5 months ago

What does LoA mean?
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SKermitgorf
Posted 5 months ago

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