What Would Jimmy Buffet Do?
By Karalaine Disclaimer: I just borrow them so that they can play in my playground in my head. I sit alone at the bar twirling the annoyingly small stirring stick around in my Jack and Coke, and as I watch the straw spin around, I wonder when my life went from being normal to completely complicated. I miss my life before Washington. Mostly I miss my brother. I miss how he would call me names, I miss how he would teach me everything he learned in boy scouts, and I miss his reassuring attitude. As I feel sadness sweep over my already depressed mood, and in hopes of hiding the pain that inflicts my body, I take a long sip of my drink, allowing the carbonation and Jack Daniels, to burn down my throat, long and slowly, forcing the shallow tears to build up in my eyes. I’m not sure why I decided to come to this bar, let alone the fact that I am here alone, although it’s not as if there is anyone else in my life. Everyone has up and left me, stating that they ether couldn’t stand working arou
