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| Another one bites the dust | ||||||
| Nicole and I went to Borrowed Buck's because apparently she likes to see me in hostile territory. Hostile because some of the patrons in this establishment don't care for the way I look, and have verbally or nonverbally expressed that in so many ways. But Nicole's buying the drinks and I'm putting them back as fast as possible so that I may tolerate the onslaught of awful late 70's arena rock. On our way outside, some twat asked his friend "Which one is the girl?" A question that I still ponder. | ||||||
| The music playing inside the bar is different than the music playing outside of the bar. The song selection is determined by a pre-selected order through satellite radio. Meaning that no employees can just pick out the songs they want to hear. Its all pre-packaged. | ||||||
| We round the corner to find an older man laying facedown on the pavement, looking like roadkill. Two girls approach the man frantically. One turns to me and says "Oh my God...he just got hit by a car! Call an ambulance!" I obey, and then bring a couple bouncers out with me to assess the situation. | ||||||
| "We just kicked this guy out a couple minutes ago for trying to steal shit." One of the bouncers said. | ||||||
| "...uuuhhnnnn...muh...back..." bellowed the man as I leaned closer. I couldn't decide if the smell of booze came off him or I. And because this is Bismarck and NOT Harlem, the cops and ambulance showed up in record time. And as we stood a short distance away from the paramedics as they administered one of those rad hunter-orange neck braces around the mans' neck, the most inappropriate, inhumane song that could possibly serenade the assemblage of Cops, EMT's, and curious bystanders kicked in. "Another One Bites the Dust" by the band Queen roared over the loud speakers. Unfortunately, I was the only one in attendance that found this rather mind-blowing. In my piss-drunk state of mind, I wailed with laughter, while people just stared blankly at me. Nicole grabbed me by the arm like a mom would do to her disobedient child in a grocery store, and pulled me to the side. | ||||||
| "You're a fucking asshole. I can't believe you." She raged. | ||||||
| "Oh, lighten up, will you? That's the kind of shit you see in movies." I reasoned. | ||||||
| "I can't take you anywhere." She said. | ||||||