Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Your Night


I asked her what she wanted to drink. She looked at her boyfriend and then at me and said "I didn't even think about that." Why would you, I mean, you're in a bar and all. "What do you like to make?" she asked. "I like to make people disappear," I said and then I turned out the lights and punched out. I'm not here to make your night.

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