drunken observations..

Its in every bar. You can't run from it. You can't avoid it. You can't pretend it's not there.

Loneliness.

Somewhere lurking within that bar, it will lie. Festering.

In the guy sitting by himself on the far right side of the bar, hunched over his beer as if it were a crystal ball foretelling his future.

Maybe in some way it is...

In the woman who leans against the railing outside chain smoking, face over tanned and worn, her voice the sound of sandpaper against vocal cords.

The loneliness lurks in between the clusters of girls huddled in the corner, each one texting their friday night fucks, while snappin photo after photo in between a maddening burst of sloppy giggles and high pitched teeth grinding squeals.

It hides between the couples scattered across the bar, talking amongst each other, pretending to be tucked away in Venice somewhere, not in a suburban bar in the middle of the tundra in a half name state.

And as I watch these tired out scenarios repeat themselves I catch the eye of a passerby and his face lights up.

As I crack a smile to only look away, because I, unlike him, am not interested in the manisfestion of the parasite that pursues these people.

I only come here to be one of those girls in the corner, or a pretender of Venice while moderately watching all the life that comes in, all the dreams that are lost, all the hopes, all the desires, all the testosterone, and batting eyelashes.

In the end, it's the loneliness that reeks, and propels me into never wanting to step foot in another place like this again.

But it's the same thing that makes me want to visit over and over again, just so that I can take in all these different things and be reminded of what it is to be alive.

The good times and the bad. Every moment in which we breathe, every step we take, every wrong turn and every new path.

It's the adversity of the human being that is so amazing to watch.

And what better place than this.....