Calling it Quits
Staring out the window in a daze, the singer was startled when the bartender set a fresh glass in front of him. He had forgotten where he was for a moment. So lost in his daydream. He took a long drink of amber whiskey and nearly drained the glass. The show had been good but the bar was almost empty now. Peaceful. "How come you never write any love songs?" the bartender asked with a smile playing on her dark red lips. The singer laughed at that and finished his drink. "Because I don't believe in fairy tales." he said as he laid some cash on the bar picked up his guitar case and disappeared into the night.----Excerpt from an as yet untold story His inbox had cobwebs. His phone never rang. Most of his time was spent alone toying with hobbies that he could never focus on long enough to get good at. So instead of being great at one thing he was just kind of o.k. at a lot of stuff. Even in a silent dark room, the noise in his head was deafenin