Im Not Alone :: Personal Narrative Writing

Im Not Alone The path to solitude at Charlies Corner Bar. Along the way, I pass the party investment company where Ill attain the beer and cigarettes Ive been instructed to purchase. It can wait. As I approach the bar, blaring neon beer slogans light up the darkened windows. A couple leaves the bar, and through the open entre seeps the sound of laughter meant to impress.As I walk into the bar I see the laughter stems from the mass of hairy chests, tight dresses and bleached hair ring the jukebox in the corner. I make my way to a seat at the end of the bar and raise my hand slightly to get Charlies attention.Whatll it be tonight?I lay my money down, Ah, the usual Charlie -- double Vodka on the rocks (harder to trace on the breath). Taking a sip, I briefly scan for an fire life among a room scattered with rhinestone diamond earrings, quaffed brunette curls over Mayboline eyes, and fermented grain vapors pushed past lipstick and chapstick. I have an al near psychotic habit of star ing at strangers and wondering if they could be anything like me. Occasionally, I spot what I think could be a kindred spirit and find some comfort in the fact Im not alone.I skim over the tight dresses in the corner, Nothing like me, and catch sight of an interest specimen, partially hidden by shadows, sitting adjacent to the pool table in the back of the room -- Huh, hes new. Theres an obviously intoxicated man playing pool, and mend aiming for a phantom ball on the table, a swift and drunken move of his cue stick causes his beer, sitting on the table behind him, to stemma in to the lap of the stranger. The debouchered fool attempts an apology as the man slowly rises from his seat. Looks like the beginnings of a brawl, I tell Charlie, pointing towards the table. Huh, brawl. I always wanted to enjoin that at a bar, but I never actually wanted to witness one. The stranger blots himself dry with the towel Charlie has brought to him, and he turns to the drunk in an exertion to acc ept the apology. Other than minor frustration, the man seems unaffected by the act. I wonder if his dry-cleaning bill will be received with the same response.His composure intrigues me. almost of the men Ive known would have pounded the drunk for his carelessness, but the expensive suit he adorns is my first clue that this guy is definitely not like most men Ive known.