Speeding pass the red light and into the free way the rain poured down even harder it looked as a storm was on its way. I hadn't the slightest clue as to where the hell I was after leaving my garage I just driving and driving a top gear. It takes me back to car racing days when feeling wind on my face and everything went passed through my eyes in flash. I always soaked in the adrenaline and let all my thoughts escape with acceleration. My foot on the petal I kept while I could barely make out shit through smeared windows. Miles out of town I was beginning to lose gas then I spotted a huge glowing sign marked ´BAR´ on it and decided to pull up in the driveway. I needed way more supplements to calm the anger that was stirring inside me I slammed my fist on the steering wheel before unlocking the door draping my coat over my head as I ran inside the small building for shelter. Inside I saw a couple of bikers how I knew they were bikers because it was evident from eccentric tattoos on their skin, long beards and leather clothes laced with chains. If there weren't three normal looking guys sitting at the counter I think I would have been the only apple amongst oranges. I quickly took an empty stool alerting the bartender to approach.
"I'll have a tall glass of beer" I said and he came back with it in five seconds. I gulped the beer down without stopping until it was all gone. "Keep them coming will yuh"
"Quite a drinker you are man, where you coming from?" asked the friendly Santa Claus looking bartender.
"Chicago. I need to get some things off my head" I answered as he refilled the jug.
"No kidding, you a long way from home and let me guess girl trouble" hearing the two last words I killed the second round of beer before nodding to him.
"Do you get a lot of us poor saps daily?" I asked pushing the jug to him for another refill.
"Yeah but never from as far as Chicago who broke your heart buddy?" I drank slowly this time remaining silent it happened a couple hours ago my knuckles still stained with tips of the bastard's blood. That wicked bitch actually had the nerve to call the police on me. "Wow that bad huh" I breathed in before the beer started to take effect on my raging nerves and somehow I decided to give my new friend my humiliating story.
"Imagine coming home early one day to surprise your wife since you were on a business trip for five days. But instead you heard sex noises from your own bedroom and go in there only to find your not so loving wife screwing her Yoga instructor in your own fucking bed!" I made another nonstop gulp.
"Damn dude that's tough" his eyes were size of golf balls as he rubbed his head in pity for me which I didn't care for. "Hey haven't I seen your face somewhere before?"
"Impossible this is my first time in this joint."
"No not in person I mean"
"Well you probably seen one of my posters I'm Troy Lance"
"Holy shit! I knew it you're the car racer with the twenty seconds record" he shouted with excitement.
"Yeah that was me back in the day the three time racing champion until I got married to a lying bitch!" I yelled across the room attracting the attention of everyone without realizing I did so at least the liquor was giving me a sense of humor. Taking another look at everybody in the place I also realized I was really a long way from home.
"I'll have a tall glass of beer" I said and he came back with it in five seconds. I gulped the beer down without stopping until it was all gone. "Keep them coming will yuh"
"Quite a drinker you are man, where you coming from?" asked the friendly Santa Claus looking bartender.
"Chicago. I need to get some things off my head" I answered as he refilled the jug.
"No kidding, you a long way from home and let me guess girl trouble" hearing the two last words I killed the second round of beer before nodding to him.
"Do you get a lot of us poor saps daily?" I asked pushing the jug to him for another refill.
"Yeah but never from as far as Chicago who broke your heart buddy?" I drank slowly this time remaining silent it happened a couple hours ago my knuckles still stained with tips of the bastard's blood. That wicked bitch actually had the nerve to call the police on me. "Wow that bad huh" I breathed in before the beer started to take effect on my raging nerves and somehow I decided to give my new friend my humiliating story.
"Imagine coming home early one day to surprise your wife since you were on a business trip for five days. But instead you heard sex noises from your own bedroom and go in there only to find your not so loving wife screwing her Yoga instructor in your own fucking bed!" I made another nonstop gulp.
"Damn dude that's tough" his eyes were size of golf balls as he rubbed his head in pity for me which I didn't care for. "Hey haven't I seen your face somewhere before?"
"Impossible this is my first time in this joint."
"No not in person I mean"
"Well you probably seen one of my posters I'm Troy Lance"
"Holy shit! I knew it you're the car racer with the twenty seconds record" he shouted with excitement.
"Yeah that was me back in the day the three time racing champion until I got married to a lying bitch!" I yelled across the room attracting the attention of everyone without realizing I did so at least the liquor was giving me a sense of humor. Taking another look at everybody in the place I also realized I was really a long way from home.