Saturday, June 12, 2010
Tales from the Sapling (Part 3)
"Oh look! It's the new guy!" came bellowing out from the rear of the tavern. "Which one?" followed. "There's only one you.." I never had an ear for small talk to be truthful, so it was probably just habit that I tuned out what he said after that. I had to focus on a much more pressing matter, navigating my way around a pen full of drunks. Easy in thought difficult in execution. Each foot, each sway of the torso, each blink had to be perfectly timed to avoid having someone's fist mistake you for another drunk.