|"If you're cool, I'll give you a beer, but if you steal, so help me, I will blow your fricking head clean off."|
Running towards the door, I ran past the lady at the register and reached into my wallet to find I had a five dollar bill and a one (which is actually what I have in cash in my wallet now - so dreams are smart sometimes). Without stopping, I plunked down the five, told her to keep the change, and ran out with my deceptively fathomless can of beer. As I went through the exit doors, there were a bunch of young men pushing the carts but mostly just hanging out, and as I took a pull from my Busch Light, they all seemed happy to see me and we knew all knew each other for some reason. Walking to my car, now seemingly safe from the fire fight that continued inside, I heard one of them say to another "Dude, I bet Dr. Ken was just like you back in the day."
|"Now with more splatter!"|