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The lovely woman chases a glass of Smirnoff Vodka with 20 ounces of Diet Coke in a plastic bottle. She tried the wine, a cheap bottle of everyday red from the local grocery store, and handed the glass back to the man beside her. "That stuff tastes like pure vinegar," she says. He laughs and ...
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On I-75, somewhere between Knoxville, TN and Lexington, KY, a tanker truck carryin' 7,500 gallons of Kentucky's finest whiskey has crashed and rolled across the four-lane interstate highway. She pulls over the old beat-up car we borrowed from her brother-in-law and sit together on a grassy ...
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Broken and pulled away The wings once connected To your lovely spine Covered in blood On the linoleum floor A can of dark turpentine Took a brush and dipped it in Applied a coat to the bones Pushing through your skin. But Marla Singer Has to take the stage tonight She's a lounge singer At the ...
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Kennedy in thigh-high nylons, white as snow. Her hair, cut with a straight razor, changes color like leaves from autumn to winter, but it always looks best in black. She whistles playfully in-between sips of [yellow tail] Merlot , drawing anime school girls in the margins of her chemistry ...
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I built us a two-bedroom apartment inside the bottom left quadrant of my heart. Decorated with memories and snapshots hanging in black picture frames, I painted every wall a different shade of her favorite color. In my heart, I kept her safe. In the second bedroom I kept myself and wrote secret ...
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She paints a sleeve of tattoos on my right forearm as we take turns drinking from a bottle of cheap red wine she picked up from the drug store's grocery aisle. God, she's just so gorgeous, and her roommate is laughing and dancing around the kitchen in her bra and a pair of boxer shorts that were ...
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I'm writing in my favorite green notebook, a fresh pen with black ink to decorate the ruled pages with words. I'm drinking a glass of red wine, filled to the brim. With my left hand I hold the phone, and into my left ear I hear her voice. She's drinking one of those sugary malt liquor ...
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Come on bartender / Won't you be more tender Give me two shots of whiskey / And a beer chaser Love will be the death of me / Love is so fickle Cause it starts with a flood / And it ends with a trickle - Regina Spektor, "Bartender" When will the time come / I could hear a sad love song ...
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Natalie Portman
I've been standing at the bar for a few minutes now, waiting on Suzie to bring me change for the green slip of paper I handed her. I take a drink of the beverage I've only just been handed when a cute young college girl bumps into me. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" she frantically tells me with a ...
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Part I: My Favorite Memory When I think of her, I see a blond-haired country girl who walks around the house in high heels. Her curvy frame is complimented by a tight white top and a black skirt her mother made for her; the print a never-ending skyline of colorful skyscrapers. She pours ...
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I wouldn't hesitate to send a bouquet of black roses to your funeral, wilted and withered like the body tucked inside your wooden casket. I apologize in advance for not attending in person, for I fear I would begin to laugh at the site of such a small crowd mourning the passing of spilled ...
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I've had a few drinks, and I'll have a few more before we're said and done. The backseat is filled with empty aluminum cans, save for this last silver bullet sittin' between my legs. We were asked to leave an hour too soon, 'cause I said something to the bartender that he didn't care much for. ...
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I am ill with the feeling of disappointment. I am left uneasy by the lack of warmth around my heart, the absence of a body occupying the right side of the bed in the dark. She's out there somewhere. This girl of mine, she lies awake at night with the idea that she'll find me when she least ...
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Samantha Morton
From the far corner of the bar, "Back Door Man" by The Doors plays on an antique jukebox. It's Halloween night, and Common House Neighborhood Restaurant and Bar is completely dead. Big, fat drops of rain slap the sidewalk outside, and only the crew and a few lone patrons drink tonight. Drew ...
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After weeks of contemplating the possible consequences of this decision, my mind is finally made. I can no longer go about pretending that you are my friend, that you are looking out for my best interests. I am separating myself from a tight-knit group of friends I used to feel a part of. I ...
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Natalie's fingernails are a dark, pastel pink. She is a bartender at Common House, a neighborhood restaurant and bar on the corner of Central Avenue and Hawthorne Lane. To paint a picture of Natalie's beauty requires many fine strokes. In the few hours I spend in her company, I am delighted by ...
