“Tell me how I can get you?”
“Never.”
Matar came to my bar where I was serving customer Whiskey on rocks. He was standing there while not looking at me.
Yes, I achieved my second dream, to open a regular bar in Harlem, New York.
“Why is that fun?”
“Because you did not know here the apartments are empty or not.”
The process of creating a bar is super fun. I felt that I went back to my naive year when tone of money on my hand and the only thing I needed to think is whether I spent it smartly.
Being pitched is seriously less awkward than pitching.
“Ok, so tell me why should I hire you?”
“Because I am hard working and insisting plus I have the taste which may make your bar standing out.”
“So you know how I want the bar to look like?”
“Probably, the one you see in airport.”
“Yep, ten-year ago airport.”
“How about the light?”
“The one looks like Iboul’s light.”
“So bad.”
Iboul is my new pet, a gecko. Iboul and I have a secret zoom which is very private. A zoom cannot be affected by any rumors.
“Budget?”
“$ 200 per square foot?”
“That’s not realistic.”
“It can be less.”
“When should we have the next meeting?”
“I think it is almost time.”
Life is more complicated than relationship and relationship is more complicated than life itself sometimes.
It is just very weird that by speaking the words that can lead you to a world.
“Why did you continue?”
“Because you lied to me.”
“I didn’t I just cannot.”
“I did not say you can and you know what? Our game is we both do not let the other have the other and see who feels the painfulness. That can be fun.”
After Matar went to business school, he seriously became a stand up manager. He just has more sense in comparison to the old version of him. It seems he got more new stuff which I do not know but the person still remains the safe.
“What is not the same?”
“You!”
The purpose of operating a bar can be due to monetary concern, but it also can be due to the fact that if I want to meet a new person, where should I go?
“My place please.”
“You wish.”
The randomness gives the passenger an excuse to enter the gate. I am so happy that I listened to him, no TV in the room.
“Why is that?”
“It is just not very classic and you do not want to duplicate the Gym Bar in Hells Kitchen.”
“What to duplicate?”
“Yeah also no Bad Bitch Academy. That comedy you did is weird.”
“Why is it weird?”
“It is just too private and too classism and people who discriminate will just discriminate you.”
“See? You doing that again.”
Again, I am so glad that I listened to him to make the bar “Quiet”.
The light is dark, when it reflects on the passengers’ skin, all you see is vaguely how their bones look like.
Randomly, they all young and sit near the bartender enjoy their drink.
“What has been ordered most frequently bb?”
“Bourbon on the rocks. Sometimes can be Titos.”
One night a girl was sitting at the corner with heavy makeup and she was looking through her phone waiting for someone. She has black straightened hair and ordered the drink mixes with lemonade. I like to see girls drink sugary drink. I don’t know why.
“Because if they do not, they will be as devil as you.”
I pinned my finger at Matar’s forehead and paused five seconds, that left him with a smile.