Chapter 92

I went to a bar and stayed there from 3:00 pm till 9:00 pm, drinking the entire time. I didn't drink much, but I drank for a long time, until my mind was blank and my body felt empty. I knew the owner, so even though I was alone, I didn't have to worry even if I got drunk. "When are you leaving? Do you have a ride?" the owner asked. His last name was Webb. I didn't know his first name, since everyone only addressed him as Mr. Webb. He looked to be in his fifties. If my dad were still around, they'd be about the same age. "Now, I guess." I didn't really want to leave, but I still had work tomorrow and needed to rest earlier. Tonight's drinking was my way of saying a final goodbye to my feelings for Chris. I stood up, leaning on the chair for support, but Mr. Webb stopped me. "I can't let you leave like this. I'll have someone take you home." Mr. Webb was a thoughtful man. Despite his bar being tucked away in an alley, it had thrived for many years since most of his patrons