LUCIA AMATO
“WHAT WAS THEIR NAME AGAIN?”
I shouted over the ruckus; Jimmy handed me a mug of the finest beer in Lock n’ Key.
I had drunk the finest wines from across the country, champagnes included in the list but never the fizzing stale-smelling brown liquid in my mug.
It looked disgusting but Jimmy and his friend Patricia had been on their third mugs tonight so it couldn’t be that bad right?
Gazing at the rock slash country band shredding their guitars like they were in a concert and not a bar with twenty people max, I raised my mug at no one shouting at the top of my lungs.
“To a great night!”
Because this was the most fun, I had in a while.
Jason Bates said that this town could give me everything I wanted only if I opened up to it and I was already opening up to it already by chugging the drink in my mouth.
I was not gonna lie, it tasted like an old shoe had been dunked in water and left out for a week in a smelly old barn.
