Pitching
a slalom around unseen obstacles, the old timer already well into his
cups was hoping to make room for just one more. Finding his favored
urinal already occupied he unhappily moved to the left, offering a
sidewards glare in the general direction of the interloper. Not
usually one for toilet talk, he couldn't help himself.
"Man,
you should have that looked at."
"Seems
to me someone is already looking."
"But
mister, you're pissing blood."
"Yes
I am, but it’s not mine."
The
old man stepped back to look full at the stranger and was greeted
with a fang-toothed smile.
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