When you are alone in a bar, you are scum whose only human contact is with the staff. They become so superior.

Am I really the guy who never acknowledges folks I see from my high school? So long ago? Hundred years yesterday.

Alone in these scarey times (because being alone is scary) I wonder: Am I in control? Where’s the old Bobby? What would the old Bobby Do? What is my pattern? What strategy for dealing with situations like this? There is not really a situation, I’m just alone and scared. So what would stable old reliable Bobby do? Bobby – who has gotten me to this point – what would he do? What should I do? Don’t know. There never has been a stable Bobby. Bobby has always balanced on the edge.

- - Scarey drunken post by Bobby

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