I stepped down from my resting place on the stairs and looked at all the men cheering and hollering at the bar. When I walked up behind them they hushed instantly. One made the mistake of smiling, a single glare and it was wiped clean. A last step and I was at the bar. They all knew when I got up from my seat another would be taken. I saw a young man at the end of the bar. No fear, no knowledge of my existence. He was new, on his first glass. Ignorance is bliss, and I am addiction.
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