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last chance texaco |
| 2003-02-23 : 9:48 p.m. zima? |
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Traffic moves slowly by the front of the bar nestled between a little one-way runoff street and a mostly bipedal alley. Inside there are people waiting for drinks and people waiting for the call to get another drink. Everyone is here. Most everyone has been here before. I am in the center of this. I am the spinning nub in the center of this localized whirlpool spinning dizzy with the push and pull of fuck-you customer satisfaction. I am the bartender and I already know what you want, just tell me what you want to drink.
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