Train of thoughts - (Night at the bar)

Sat by the fire. His face red. Not the heat. Long sprint maybe. Ordered a glass of scotch. Momentous celebration. Peace was over. War needs celebration. Too many critics anyway. Evil smirk. Strong taste. Probably 18 years. Maybe more. Lady behind the bar table looks voluptuous. Nice breasts must say. Bet good money on it.

No money to buy dinner. Only 7 coins. Can squeeze in another scotch. Maybe a cheap one. Or a cheaper one and a pint. Pint tastes shitty after scotch. Maybe a cheaper scotch. Whiskey maybe. And a lime. Yes. Fresh juice too.

Gazed at the bar for long. Lights seemed dimmer than when he came in. Window seemed brighter. Must be day. How long has he been drinking? Maybe long. The voluptuous bar tender is gone. Wanted to do unspeakable things to her. Sshh!

Let’s sleep some. Too much memory mars the intellect. Must start afresh. General needs strong arms. Must relax tonight. Won’t touch myself tonight. Save strength. Hic!

Must be daybreak now. Mrs. Clarke comes in with fresh milk. Must get some for family. Let the wife rot. She has her own cow. Kids have been starving for long now. But not long anymore. War is upon us. We will fight for our general. He will get us food and drinks. Maybe a whiskey with lime too. Long live the general. He has good heart. All good things must be respected. Like the voluptuous lady from the previous night.

‘Time to clean the bar! Old man’. Voluptuous lady is back. Pinch. Not dreaming, nay. Must touch her once. Looks dirty. Some one doing dirty things to her in the night. Must be a whore. Should not touch. Auspicious day. Let me piss in the back. No one comes around. Otherwise auspicious day. Must get milk too.

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