i sprayed fabreeze at my fan. the shot changed direction and misted my banjo

i'm going to listen to circuital even though last summer i said i hated it and then go to a bar i hate because that's just how things worked out tonight and nothing turns out how you planned it

but i used to hate the bar because other people said they hated the bar

i used to write different only not so long ago

seems like you can exponentially increase effectiveness by developing a lifestyle 

someone pulled the door open as i was pulling it closed behind me.

inside duck duck it was a little warmer than it was outside.

i was wearing a jets hat and a jets T. 

empty chairs at the bar came closer to me.

french speaking people moved in from behind me. they claimed the chairs. the bartender took a coaster off a whiskey glass.

the bar area across from the draught taps was empty. the bartender served me a beer then poured me a shot. he said five bucks. 

i sat to the inside right of the door on a bench and looked at everyone in the room. someone had make on their lower eyelid and wore a dentist jacket.

a guy wore baggy clothes. he illuminated the floor with a lighter. other people bent to the floor with him. the floor glowed . i saw something shiny. some of them exited then reentered the bar. the baggy clothes person seemed to have switched to shorts.

i saw two of the bartenders pause from their activities and stand next to each other, staring off in different directions. one of them snapped his glance and moved his mouth to say something short. the one with mutton chops and goatee walked around the bar and stood on a ladder to turn on the air conditioning. i stared into space for a while. some lights behind the bar became blurry and prominent when everything else went blurry. i stood up and put an empty can on the bar and walked to my apartment but went into the bodega and bought a beer first.