The Red Journal (Downtown, Some Sleazy Bar)

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WEDNESDAY, 10:19 A.M.

It’s been a few days.
All still remains quiet in my little neighborhood.
Not that I am concerned or surprised.
People here are so stupid.
I’m at this shithole of a bar.
For a message from a friend. It stinks…bad!
As instructed.
Third table on the left, by the back window.
The bartender will bring only a napkin.
Ah, good man, right on time.
I’m a stickler for punctuality.
And, it seems I’m getting much better at this.
I’ve been informed the chap from the other night was a teacher.
Teachers can be bad too.
Nonetheless, he had it coming.
Let’s just say, we all have lessons to learn…

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Writer, Published Poet, WritersNL Member, Paralegal, Miawpukek First Nations, GymLife, Runner, Bike Writer, & Pun Enthusiast. I like my puns intended. ✍️ “I don’t claim to be a great writer, but I’m enjoying the journey of becoming one”

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    1. Well, Drew that comes as quite the compliment my friend. I’m really glad you do. It’s something I’m kind of working through, but so far it seems like a hit. I really appreciate your input thanks a lot man

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