At the Knight Cap I play darts with myself (I go 1-1) and listen to odd bits of conversation. No bourbon here. I move on. The couch finds me with a large book in hand, chronicling German intellectual history. I've got a small amount of Bullet in my glass. Germanic names begin to run together in my mind. I need to sleep.
A gray and sad day today. Loneliness creeps into everything. Ah, winter of the heart!
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