At E.Pachi supporting Ni, since I wanted a drink anyway. There's this one other guy who's also at the al fresco area right now, and we're both solo.
I'm drinking alone because I hate to be home and face the hostility - I wonder what's his story?
Something frivolous to muse over. I often find solidarity in fellow lone drinkers; there is always a story.
Maybe I should have become a bartender. They get the most interesting stories of them all.
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Editor's note, 8.58pm: Ah, so he's not flying solo like me, his girl friends were just really late. Oh well.
Wednesday, July 08, 2015
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