MUSIC, BOOZE AND A PUFF OF LIFE?
"Here's your chance dawg" Ferris held out a pad with the powdered white lines on it. Sam was pretty hesitant and kept staring at it. "One drag", he thought
to himself. "One drag and I'll get the contract." It was one drag for Sam to get his dream contract of signing up a band with his record label. He always
worshipped music. For him, music was everything; a shoulder to lean on whilst untangling different dimensions of life, a safe haven without the abusive
phases of growing up and most importantly, a ray of hope to cling onto each time his suicidal tendancies made a performance of their own. He was deeply
hesitant about succumbing to the world's ways inorder to fulfill his dreams. Standing one drag away from his goal, he decided to let go of his morale and
strongly convinced himself that this is something his future self will thank him for.
As he knelt down to take his snort of fate, Shasha in the adjacent booth dropped a button or two and let her boss, rest his hand a little higher on her
thigh for getting her promotion. Only she has the count of all the sleepless nights of accounts and 'spine-wrenching' hours of presentations and excel sheets
she put in for her job and yet it is a glimpse of her cleavage and a feel of her skin that is taking her places. Integrity was a long lost friend to her at that
moment. "While you're at it you might as well drop another button for me" winked boss while playing with his wedding band.
It all seemed pretty normal and mundane to the bartender, for he has seen it all. From just-for-fun-first timers to hardcore junkies, from first dates to
failing marriages, from first kisses to almost getting raped, he has seen it all. Yet he restricted himself to just fixing drinks and not lives, for the fear of losing
his bread. How can he judge someone for being a helpless victim of life's ways while he's one of them too? He just silently cleaned up and waited for his shift
to end while the world welcomed another year.
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