Blog #4: The Bar

The days flew by after I started working at Platinum Time Bar. My newly-social job of bar tending was nothing like Mary Jane's. Often times it doesn't feel like work at all, rather it felt like simply getting to know all of the different, interesting patrons. Late one night, a new face stumbled into Platinum Time, looking stressed as can be. She ordered a Gin & Tonic, and asked in a gruff tone; "Have you ever had the police on your ass?" Obviously she didn't expect or want a meaningful response, only to be heard. "Just once," I replied, pouring a larger gin than usual. "Than you know what this is like," Bess exhaled. She took a long look at her glass, downed it, stood up, eyed the entire room, and stormed out. "I hope she figures that out, although based on that order I don't think it will," Mark laughed from the other side of the bar.

Mark and I grew very close over this time. There were few mornings that he and I wouldn't meet up to eat or just relax. We were inseparable. We went on runs, we played video games, we hit the town with Leo and the gang. They would make jokes about being conjoined at the hip. For the first time since the hurricane, I finally felt like I could relax.