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haphazard history the bar was closing, and i don't mean this in the daily sense, where they turn on the lights and yell at you to pound your drinks and leave. i mean it the much more terminal, final sense- the bar was closing. forever. we swilled our drinks and lamented it. "i mean, i guess it'll be opening up again as something else, but..." of course, it would never be the same. to some, it was just another shitty dive falling prey to downtown reconstruction. to others, it was the loss of a second home. but, to tell you the truth,i wasn't crying too hard. in a few weeks, i was going to be out of that town, moving on to...well, if not bigger and better things, at least different ones. the puget sound had been calling me for awhile, and i was more than ready to leave behind the sad inland empire, with its inferior public transportation system and promise of significant yearly snowfall. it seemed to me at the time, though, that spokane had left me long before i decided to leave it. i looked over at the collection of show posters glued to the wall, a haphazard history of shows with bits of old posters peeking out from under newer ones, struggling to be remembered. toward the bottom, i saw a poster for a show played by a bunch of people i knew, one fro somewhat late in their "career." it had been awhile since i had thought about them; we had all parted ways, whether on good or bad terms, some time ago. my first impulse was to walk over and rip the poster down, save it as a memory of times when my life in spokane was full of color rather than sorry-looking grays. but i didn't. those days had been stripped and redressed, evolved into something that might suit the landscape a little better. i went back to my beer. i left spokane behind. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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