Overhearing a friend
this certain friend is the one who got me starting blogging.
after we talked for a while (interrupted by other customers all the time)
some friends of his came, and they moved to another table.
for reasons that are hidden within the depths of my personality
I could not join the conversation, but I had a real good time overhearing it.
I don't even know why I enjoyed it so, but as all the other customers left,
I poured myself some Tullamore Dew whiskey, smoked and listened for a long while.
it's been two double whiskeys until I freed myself from it.
Yep. Being passive is really good sometimes.