pits

sometimes i get the feeling that Benny's lost faith in himself. I don't know. It's like he runs everything he could like into the ground for any reason. But I've got my own problems so I don't spend much time trying to fix his. I think that's why we get along.

Tonight he's been drinking. It's early so he's only been putting down beers but if you know Benny you can see what's coming. Trouble is, this part's always really fun. And to get here, you sorta know you're going to have to go there.

So he's chatting up the bartender with his usual rhetoricals. ("___?") She sees me come in and I look down at my pockets so I can't aknowledge how she wants me to see her putting three bottles in the icebox for me. It's not that i don't like the attention; it's that i hate being a regular. You can fool yourself sometimes into thinking you and they have something going on, but after a while you have to admit you're just there to drink[pay]. Whatever else happens, losing the bar isn't up for discussion. So you try to not get involved too much.

Anyway, Benny doesn't worry about this shit; he's more of the sprung verse kind. Neatly switching the conversation to the books he knows or the obscure songs you don't, or whatever. Half the time he never remembers anything he says; i wish i was like that sometimes. i wish i could just let it all out. I guess that's why we get along.