This is a Story About Death

Dan threw up on the bar after the fourth round of whiskey. He tripped on his way to clean up and closed the bathroom door behind him.

After the first round of whiskey, Dan said, "Those shots were fitting. Glad we aren't just sticking to beers."

After the second, I put a dollar into the jukebox. It was an analog jukebox that played 3 songs for a dollar. A song by Bruce Springsteen played. I don't remember the other two. No one danced. No one had danced since we walked in.

The third round came and some of us smiled. Some of us smiled as we toasted. "To not blowing up in a car crash," someone said, I think.

Dan threw up on the bar after the fourth round of whiskey. Some ended up on his clothes. On his way to the bathroom, he tripped over his own feet and fell into the door before he could clean himself up. We all laughed and looked down in our wallets for jukebox money.