I Had a Wonderful Realization a Few Months Ago That Nothing is Actually That Cool and This Morning it Does Not Feel so Wonderful.

so one day I heard about this guy who walked into a bar in montana or wisconsin or one of those places. He walked up to the bar and he sat down and he looked at the bartender and he asked him if he was cool. He didn't just come out and say that but you could tell because of some look in him. Whatever. I'm so tired of writing well, it's not happening anymore. But you could tell and the bartender could definitely tell because he flipped his septum piercing down and raised his shoulders a little so that the guy could see his studded belt and hip bones below the hemline of his shirt. He executed the rest of his shift duties like that, wiping counters and rattling ice cubes all hunched up and frail and long. It sounds stupid but the guy thought it was a pretty good look and starting to feel pretty bad about himself, which was sitting down and therefore all compressed and earth-like.
And the guy asked the bartender what was cool because he was starting to doubt his own frumpy ideal of the thing. The bartender look up and chewed on his snake bites for a bit. "Well like. Graffiti. Skating- Skate 3. Fuckin... minibikes. Cigarettes. Littl katz. Making music. Buddhism. Authenticity." The guy was stunned. The bartender had recited word for word the list that he had been carrying in his back pocket. He wasn't sure whether to feel validated or hopelessly abandoned. Regardless, he wanted to kill himself. He decided that this bartender guy fucking sucked and was a poor sucker of a symbiote and then remembered how badly he wanted to be a water sign and he cried for a very long time.