nihil humanum a me alienum
puto
this
is a disney bar now
or
it looks like one out of a disney movie
there
are more televisions in the joint
then
there are people
the
people look like cartoons at last
blonde
and tanned and without an ounce of fat
i
don’t recognize the beers on tap
and
the ones that i do are too rich for my blood
i
can’t believe that i used to drink here
back
when they broke the windows and the toilet never worked
and
fights broke out as a matter of course on friday night
now
there are fake fireplaces in the wall
and
a beer garden out back
there
is soccer playing on each and every television
and
a digital jukebox playing pop on low
one
of the blondes asks me what team i’m rooting for
and
i respond, whatever teams ends this game the quickest
that
ends the conversation
the
chinese still come in here
hocking
their bootleg dvds of the worst america
has
to offer the world of cinematic art
back
then the old guys used to pause from their drinks
to
scan the movies and make conversation with the bootleggers
now
no one says a thing to them
they
watch soccer and have the bartender
pour
them another expensive beer while they check their cell phones
more
blonde and tan people shout from outside
because
the beer garden has a television too
when
the chinese bootlegger leaves
the
three blondes drinking three red drinks with citrus fruit
all
look at each other like they smelled a fart
the
one says to the other two
oh
my god, that’s like the third time
they’ve
been in here today
like,
get a life, one of the other ones says
they
go back to watching the soccer match
almost
two hours of dutch and costa rican men
running
up and down the pitch and there’s still no score
they
all look the same anyway, one of the blondes says
but
who? i wonder are they talking about
the
chinese
the
sweating soccer players
themselves
or
the rest of us.
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