Just another Saturday night... though it was well into Sunday morning by now... He glanced at his watch, yep 4am. Shaking his head, he locked the last of his equipment into its case in the back room. He didn't work the sunday/monday night scene, though he might when the town picked up a bit more. So he felt the need to secure his precious sound equipment before leaving it alone for two days. Not that he couldn't afford new equipment, but he'd just gotten used to this machine and he was rather fond of it...
Once he had finished, he settled onto a bar stool, And took a long swig of beer. His gaze found a spot on the celing to focus on, letting his mind wander. He'd really come to like the alcohol humans brewed, it was light and bubbly, dancing down his throat and laying soft in his belly. While their heaver liquors brought down his mood, suiting him when he was brooding or depressed.
Maybe he'd take a bottle of the harder stuff home with him, spend his time off swimming through a sea of darker emotions... The alcohol had a similar, if amplified, effect that drugs had on humans... He rather enjoyed the feeling.
A hundred miles in,
I got a stupid grin on my scruffy face.
With every cigarette,
I'm burning my regrets.
Don't want to leave a trace.
And from the rear-view,
I've got clear view of who I used to be.
A little bit faster now,
Don't wanna turn around.
I'm a runaway!
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