you entered the bar as the cute headliner was heading downstage. damn, did you miss it? oh well. you had to run to the back; you were very late.

but someone else had other plans, pulling you into a small cabinet, pushing you against shelves of whiskey glasses, now clinking. your best friend, hank williams, had you against the wall, bodies colliding, his hands finding your shoulders.

you missed my show, darlin’.