that was something he hadnt seen before

curious too that it came on the heels of a friend who was roofied  maliciouslyroofied  Are youre fucking kidding me You were Rohypnolhypnotised 

Iwa  I was what?                                                                                                                           

Rohypnolhypnotised 

Got nothing.

Hypnotised 

The drugs called Rohypnol  Roofie

Christ. You just can’t say Roofie?  So easy.

Evidently easy like you huh  it dropped him on his kissersmashed his nose  Yaknow you were probably doped for no other reason than to watch you drop They probably filmed you on their cellfone an youre starring in some dark corner of the internet right nowpeople bustin a gut at you going senselessdropping  Jackass on steroids takencatapulted to a whole new level You know people dig other peoples pain gives them a good laugh Were asinine were ambulance chasers gawkers love the sightlove it blood bent and tortured limbs as long as theyre not ours

That’s cruel, man.

Thats where we liveno denying it  People are twisted

he  was  fascinated

                      watching something he had never seen before                                                                         

the actors in his play

one older guy

a middleaged gal who thinks dressing younger would fool people make her appear younger than she was

the fellas beyond caring either regarding himself or her probably satisfied with baseline affection  

they were talking at the bar  seated side by side  

she was turned towards him  sometimes emphatically leaning

he was noncommittal  he sat straight ahead knees to the bar  turned his head

not a good look from where he sat

an odd  curious  juxtaposition

she was trying

he apparently didnt mind being tried

he had her at the very least by ten years

out the side of his face he looked boozed stupid  had that dullness listlessness lack of animation in his eyes 

when he tried to get down off his bar stool he stretched his legpointed his toe feeling for the floor Fuck. It was there the last time I got down. Whered it go? he maintained his cool he didnt break eyecontact with herwho from where he sat was running the conversation 

maybe the guy got mired in quickstand  hadnt been aware enough to slip her make an exit  he was probably was interested at the onsetthat he hadnt seen punany but he was probably three shots an beers deep when she rolled up on him 

he hadnt seen her buy a drink 

her purse laid on top the bar snapped shut 

the guys bills were spread haphazard on the bar above his drinks 

when he ordered drinks the bartender served them and then helped himself to the money 

the guy didnt bother to watch                                                                                                             

his prerogative                                                                                                                        

he may be one of those rare trusting soul or too rocked to count himself

he kept them well watered

finally cool he found the floor

he had trouble interrupting her speech she was on a roll he wanted to politely excuse himself

finally getting a word in edgewisethrowing her off the scent ordering more drinks  as he left he gingerly picked up his smartphone an ithis ithat and laid it on top his pint

he didnt appear concerned for the cash  he was probably a regular  the bartender had his back

he tottled off to the can

as the man disappeared into the hallway at the back of the tavern under the illuminated MEN and WOMEN arrows that lead to the restrooms at the buildings rear he couldnt help but wonder with some amazement  had he laid his fone on top his beer out of concern that she might try an slip something in it 

he wondered when time had arrived that guys were worrying about being roofied

                                                                                      was that legit

he stopped at this tavern occasionally never there or any bar at night he wasnt predisposed or ever had been a creature of the night a barcrawling denizen the scene smacked him of some lurid or lucid desperation colouredperhaps by being on the outside looking in

long ago he assayed there were better places to meet someone

likely though there was no better place to roofie someone

1739,  Monday,  13  8. 18

0838,  Friday,  17  9. 18