Bar Room Philosopher

Originally posted on Eclectic Voices:

Part of the February Writing Challenge: Write a love story for the thing you love the most.

a monologue by Jeff Folschinsky

There’s a cockroach walking across my table, and no one, including myself, is doing anything about it.

Sort of says a lot about a place like this, don’t you think?

A disgusting creature walking amongst us, and no one notices. Or they do notice, and it just doesn’t seem to be out-of-place. Maybe that’s because in a place like this, it doesn’t seem out-of-place at all. The reason that the cockroach walks so freely amongst us, without a care in the world, is because, in a place like this, the differences between a cockroach and a customer are almost indistinguishable.

A depressing thought to be sure, but it begs the question, how this came to be?

There’s nothing particularly wrong with a place like this. I’ve been…

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