What It Means to Not Be Alone

She came back from the jukebox a dollar lighter.  She turned to the man on her left and said, “Today, I need some patience – so I’m playing Patience.”

I poked through my shy exterior with drunken poetics – “We used to pray to a god, and now we pray to the jukebox.”  It sounded clever at the time.  They got me free drinks afterward, so it must have seemed clever to them, too.

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