it is the setting i'd imagine a broody character of mine to exist in. perhaps sitting alone at the bar sipping gin and tonic, pondering something that happened outside. lined up before the bar counter are a row of empty chairs, at the end of which sits a young girl. she's there for a quick pick-me-up and an early dinner. perhaps it is raining outside. eventually she will lie sprawled across her double-we are pretty certain of this-while the honky-tonk mourns the Grand Old Opry. both are searching for a spirituality that simply cannot be found in spirits.
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