Liquor Store

"Where you gonna be when I get off?" asks the man behind the counter."Nowhere near you" I say then spend 5 minutes and 5 dollars at the lottery machine then I feel the breath of a man desperate, just desperate breathing on my back. "I'm just asking" he says and molests a bag of "Pork Cracklins". "Where you gonna be?" I look at him, 2 black bags of booze in my hand, I curl them up and threaten. "Where you gonna be when you have 18 beers shoved up your ass? Not at my party."