I shoot Savage Clone. He dies.

I walk in with sunglasses on even though it's dark, not to look cool, but just because I've forgotten to take them off from earlier. I sit in a booth by myself. I wouldn't mind if somebody came and sat at my table, but I can tell nobody wants to because I'm not the happiest camper at the moment, and I think it shows. I sip on my weak rum and coke I spent 4 dollars on and I hum a Cocteau Twins song, wishing I knew what Fraser was saying, if she was even saying anything at all.

"Oh no, not the SY board orgy again..." I say to myself quietly...

hmmm.....this bar is full of dudes!!

Yeah, it's more of the SY sausage bar, but that's ok.

Yeah, women generally don't enjoy the online roleplaying too much.
...Losers.

I walk up to Chris Cunningham; taking a drag on my cigarette; exhale in the general direction of the ceiling and smile shyly. Then I notice from out of the corner of my eye, Savage Clone sneaking in through the back door, a bong in his hand...

Sweet edit!

I walk in, I walk out...bars aren't my thing.

At first I read this as
I walk in, I walk out...boys aren't my thing.

I just recently got into bars. There's barely any good ones, and the roudy teenage shit-i'm-drunk ones are abundant. There's a Russian one called the Avante Garde Bar that hosts noise shows in Ottawa though, and it's scattered with art; I really dig the place. Last time I went, I spent 2 hours talking to a guy about sociology.

It's the crowd. I couldn't be dragged into a bar if the crowd didn't fit me. You know, people who don't give a fuck. In a good way.

God comes back and revives him with elctro-shock therapy.

crypto walks back in to grab a drink

I sit next to crypto, to usurp his coll aura. And we talk about chicks.

Ahh I come in the bar for the 2nd night in a row, see crypto and syn talking and just join in.

Bill's a bit happier than yesterday, he got a dog.

Hum's - Little Dipper is on.

i am alone in the bar waiting for bill to come back from the wc and bumping this thread on the bar's computer.

The bar begins to shift in metaphysical space, due to the lack of female presence, and the weight of the testosterone emanating from all the testicles... It begins to turn into... A horror-themed goth bar from the future. Goblin is playing a cover of Nirvana's D7, as I smooth down my leather trenchcoat...

i walk in with season 3 of F.R.I.E.N.D.S
the goblin stops playing his cover and a record scratching noise is played
i then ask if i could have my copy of sex and the city season 1 back

The goblin transforms into the midget from twin peaks, and says in a backwards voice; there's nothing good on tv nowadays...

i look at the midget and say "get..fucked"

he then looks at me and says "you are"