Ivar Kamke, “Drinking Men,” 1920
All the men at the bar bent over their phones and me among them, with Jimi Hendrix and sports recaps playing and the dull chatter that burbles and rolls like the tide spitting up their remains, making it all disappear beneath the cyclic churn of beers and commercial breaks and visits to the loo…and now the band Heart starts in, and I’m on my private thumb screen typing this here, but not here, and the neon sign outside blinks OPEN in the mirror and they just started the dishwasher and asked, do I want another beer?
Word count: 100, written on my mobile phone at the Pine Lake Ale House, Sammamish.
Bill Pearse 
sounds like the makings of an eagles’ song to me…
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Ha! I wish! Those guys are gods.
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Sounds hotel California-ish. My cat is named after glen, found on the day he died.he grew up near me.
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I recall that. Very neat. Sad about Glen; who wants to die so close to David Bowie? Unfair.
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Well done, but …
put the damn phone away!!!! 😉
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👍
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Feels like I’m right there. And you nailed the 100 word target!
Detail: I bet the blinking sign in the mirror said “NEPO” — not OPEN. 😉
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Righteous! Some funny odd effect, two mirrors made it read normally…something about reality often not working out in fiction or prose, it needs to be modified…that’s poorly put but I bet you know what I mean.
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That’s pretty cosmic. And cruel to men who’ve been drinking.
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I know. I had to let it go at that, to just accept and not think too hard on it, the angles and so on.
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I like that you used the word “loo”. Those Brits…
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I think they borrowed it from the French, removed the water from that loo.
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Very good, sir. I like.
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😊 good, glad it makes me feel. Thanks 🙏!
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