Bar Fight

Andrew

I signaled the bartender for another shot of vodka as I downed the last one, scrunching up my face as the fierce liquid burned my throat.

I was angry at everyone and myself. How are they all right and I’m always wrong? How could it be possible that Anny never had feelings for me? After all the lovely times we spent together? Does it mean I’m unlovable? The lady I invested my time, effort, and love for, did not do the same for me.

These thoughts melted the soothing effects of the vodka. It made me furious. I came here to forget but the more I drank, the more pain I felt.

“Why!” I yelled out, earning myself curious stares from all sides. I didn’t care one bit. My behavior wasn’t abnormal in a place like this. A lot of people have done worse. In fact, half of the people here wanted to forget or drown horrible memories, pain, or problems. I guess they were only curious to know who had been added to the list.

After seven extra shots, I was certain that my stomach couldn’t take a