Friday, July 30, 2010

The Soul's Lone Drinker and His Jukebox of Sad Songs

Somewhere inside the soul of every twenty-something male, beyond any social statistics and character interpretation, there remains a quiet man drinking alone at the bar. He never says a word, but he lets you know he's there by spending all of his eternal dollars on drinks and dropping all of his endless spare change in the jukebox of sad songs. And you only hear the music when the usual noise around you leaves your head and you find yourself in hospitals, funeral homes and other places you swear you're not going to revisit for a season, but, somehow, you return every single year.

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