I ordered a Mountain Time and put a $10 bill on the bar.
After she poured the beer and started to hand it to me, I thought Wait, I hope 10 is enough.
She picked up the 10 and returned from the register with six singles.
Three stools down, an old man talked to his friend. "I was thinking of going to prison," he said. "I can't have too many years left, and this way I wouldn't have to pay rent any more, and I would get three meals each day. And nobody is going to try to fuck my old ass."
God, I love this town.
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