Short Story

The Bar

I walked into the next bar across the corner. The bar looked pretty empty. I wasn’t in the mood to notice any of the details of the bar. The window curtains looked like blobs of black paint. In the distance, I spotted the bartender cleaning the table. I was feeling dizzy and nauseas as I went in to take a seat. All my thoughts were bouncing around in my head. I just can’t do this anymore. Why does my girl friend have to be such an idiot? All she does everyday is complain on and on about how I need to treat her. I’m not a wallet for her to pull out all my money for her needs. Another thing, she talks non-stop about a ‘perfect’ boyfriend. Like what is that? I don’t even think she knows if there’s such thing as that.

I want to literally punch every person across my way. How dare anyone hurts my feelings. I’m a man. I can’t show my weakness to girls out there. I feel like a failure. I might as well become a girl if I can’t take a break up. I’m so mad at her. She always starts the problems and eventually ends up blaming me. It’s always my fault. I can’t even get to defend myself. She is a total chatterbox. Who cares about this slut?!

I asked the bartender to hit me up with a beer. He just pulls of a face at me like I didn’t have enough drama for one day. I didn’t think he heard me so once again I asked him to give me a beer. As he went to the other side, I assumed he would bring me back my drink. I continued thinking about what a bad day this was.

I stared out the window as the rain drops slides in blobs. On the windowsill sat a flower half dead. It looked like it hasn’t been flowered for days. The bar was decorated with angels, vampires and bats. The bar was probably getting ready for Halloween. It’s not like I’ll have any fun trick or treating this Halloween. My life is officially over. How could it get any better? My girlfriend dumps me and then the bartender takes forever to bring my stinkin’ beer.

As many thoughts of my stupid girlfriend...