Just Walk Away

The rain poured roughly and hard. The continuous splashes depressed my spirit. Yes, I'm really an avid drinker when I'm in a bar called The Lavender Room looking out the window. I was about to order another scotch when some random guy changed my order...to a coke. A COKE! He ordered a scotch for himself! His red hunting hat shaded his despicable face.

"What did you do?" I said in a brusque way. He turned my way, clad in soaking clothes, he lifted his hunting hat a tad bit. "You! How are you?"

"Good. Could be better...do I know you?" He said in a concise way. Wondering where I met him? Stalking some kids on their way for ice cream. The whole time he walked behind them...with a suitcase. I gingerly approached him. Asking who he was and why he was stalking the kids. He looked like a very scary, suspicious guy.

"Oh, I'm protecting them from phonies." "Damn. What's he talking about?" He asked who I was but I didn't tell him. I surmised if I did, he would stalk me next. At least he thinks he's protecting another generation. His face haunted my memory until now.

Anyways he started rambling on and on about how he was so courageous. And how he could make new friends with his "affable" manner. I could only entreat him to stop his interminable speech about how bartenders never mind their own business. Then he started continuing on about actors, pianists, perverts, and phonies. From all his talking I could derive he was an irascible kind of guy. He finally told me his name. Holden, who drinks uncontrollably, continued on and on. His words seemed to reverberate in my mind...I couldn't stand it anymore!

"Hey, Holden, I know you've had a rough day. And I'd really love to listen, but I gotta go. I know a lovely, handsome boy like you will work it out. Bye!" I walked as quickly as I could to get away from that hell hole.

Just talking to him made me feel an excruciating pounding in my mind. I had to make an endeavor to get out of there. I would rather succumb to watching a baby show with my sister, than listen to his tirade about schools.

It was a spontaneous exit I made. I had actually planned to stay for a while but now I feel like listening to a toilet paper holder pivot. I think I've gone on talking long enough with that recluse. Without him the rest of my life will be serene. I have an inkling I'll never see him again, but I'll be conscientious just in case.