27 February 2011

The Brunch

The drinks flowed as soon as we sat down.  What did the cocktails have that we diners needed?

It was the ability to kill the pain of our sorrows: the lost jobs, the unrequited love, the pain of the unknown.  We didn't discuss any of this, instead we talked about pork.

Pork became everything.  It was my lost of who I am, it was her unfulfillment, it was his future.

I gobbled up the candied bacon, the deep fried chicharrons and the smoked country bacon because it was all I had left.  All that I had left.  It was a sad consciousness.  i don't want to admit that I am scared shitless, so i grab harder at what i was.

The clanking of the flatware snaps me back.

"Dude it's just brunch!"

Or is it?

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