Afterwards I headed over to a hippy bar a couple of blocks away. I don’t know why. I mean I like the bar, and usually the patrons there are pretty fun. But I’m not really sure why I went. I guess it was out of boredom. I sat at the bar next to this bucktoothed girl that’s a cook at the Palamino She wasn’t very interesting and it took an effort to keep the conversation going. She shared her cherry cigarettes with me. They tasted light and smelled good (for cigarettes) and coated your lips with sugar as you inhaled. This made me want to lick my lips a lot. When she left, the bartender asked what her name was. I said, “I have no idea.” She replied, “You talked to that girl for an hour and don’t even know what her name is? You must not have been hitting on her.” I must not have been.

Later that night, and after a few more drinks, I was feeling pretty loose. Some other chick sat down in the empty stool next to me. I have no idea what we talked about but it came pretty naturally. Of course it was probably just drunken rambling. She bought me kamikazes. I entertained her with the lets-see-who-can-keep-a-totally-straight-face-and-stare-into-your-eyes contest. I kept on winning. Thus the kamikaze shots.

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