It turns out that spending a lot of time in bars is a fun, easy way to confront the fact that we are all going to die, and do so alone. –Pete
“It’s so good to see you again. You’ve really been missed, do you live here now?”
We stood in a room with walls painted blue and a steady influx of humans, beer, and humans with beer. I was back in the town I’d lived in for five years and been away for two. The spot had imbedded itself in me, and I in it. It was just a random party, but I was treating it as a homecoming.
“Well, I don’t live here, in Bellingham, I’m in Seattle. But I’m back in the Northwest and I’m really excited!”
They walked away and didn’t talk to me again for the rest of the night.