Eerie Basin

by Ivy Pochoda

Meanwhile, Donovan and I made the rounds and got what I’d come to learn was the usual. Didn’t see nothing. Don’t know nothing. Didn’t hear nothing.

Remember what I told you about a snake eating its tail? Well, this is case in point. Shoot ’em up once, you don’t close the circle—you create it. A cycle of violence and retribution.

despite the disrepute and the decay, the place had a soul you didn’t find in the rest of the city.

There’s nothing colder than when reality cuts through the warmth of drink. When the spinning in your brain solidifies to a stable truth.

The bar will turn into legend. But the bartender, forgotten.