CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE:A Trip to The Crazy Horse it is, Then
When Jamie got home to his trashy, one room apartment, he felt like going out to town and getting seriously drunk. Later he might go to the gym and work out too, if he felt like it.
Jamie hopped on his chopper and drove off to town. He went to the best place he knew: The Crazy Horse. It was known for its great drinks and slightly aggressive customers. Just what he needed. That was the good thing about being an adult. You could do whatever you want and nobody could stop you.
“Hey, Jamie,” the bartender said when he stepped into the smoky room, and took a seat by the counter. “What can I get yeh today?”
“The strongest you got, Rev.”
“Your girl dumped you?” asked Bartender Rev as he got out a pint glass and started filling it with the good stuff.
“Something like that.” Jamie said miserably.
“Here.” Rev handed him the pint. “Pay before you get too wrecked, though, mind. You know the rools…”
“Yeah, I know ya stinkin’ rules,” Jamie muttered, fishing out a couple of quid from his wallet and throwing them down on the counter.
Then he turned to his pint and nearly drained it in one go. OK, so maybe two.
“Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy, kid,” said a man who had appeared next to him.
He looked familiar, but Jamie couldn’t put his finger on where he had seen him before. Or more precisely, he couldn’t be arsed to.
“Piss off,” he said and ordered another drink.
“You’ve got so much of your life left, Jamie. Why are you in a place like this?”
“None of your fookin’ business.”
The beer was already starting to get a hold of him. Man, this stuff was good. He took another gulp.
The familiar stranger laughed to Jamie’s annoyance and said, “Women problems?”
Jamie turned his barstool to look at him, swaying slightly.
“Story of ma lyfe, grampss...”
The man laughed again.
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