"Yah, there's a name in my life I can't ne'er forget," a drunkard murmured to a bartender, "Yes, a name."
The bartender poured some rum to that pathetic man's glass, while the drunkard continued, "A name. You see? Your life is about that name. You can't ne'er find anything but about that name. What's this?" He drank.
"That name. Hey man, tell me," said the drunkard to the bartender, "What's it to ya? What's that name to yer life?" he seemed dissatisfied, "What's it to me? They're gone. Gone astray"
The fucked up bartender then asked, "Well Sir, may I know the name?"
The drunkard laughed, loading himself with disdain, then he took a bottle.
"Empress"
The drunkard became a cold red wasted body then.
The bartender poured some rum to that pathetic man's glass, while the drunkard continued, "A name. You see? Your life is about that name. You can't ne'er find anything but about that name. What's this?" He drank.
"That name. Hey man, tell me," said the drunkard to the bartender, "What's it to ya? What's that name to yer life?" he seemed dissatisfied, "What's it to me? They're gone. Gone astray"
The fucked up bartender then asked, "Well Sir, may I know the name?"
The drunkard laughed, loading himself with disdain, then he took a bottle.
"Empress"
The drunkard became a cold red wasted body then.
