Date: 1/17/2017
By I dream of Harding
Alice was at the bar, she looked up as I arrived. Her eyes didnt focus, her hair was tangled, straggly. I was happy to see her but also deeply concerned. All the things I appreciate about her weren't present. The bar man was a singing drunken fool. He played games with the taps and bottles, jeered and laughed at everyone in the room. Somehow Alice had been caught by him I spent a long time trying to decide what to drink. In the end I left, profoundly sad about Alice