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~bartender, another beer, if you will.
So what, listening to some music, this russian music really gets me
in the mood. I just sit here, as comfortably as I can, sipping my
beer and looking at the pubgoers, and try to catch an interesting
conversation here and there. But the pub has been very quiet, a bit
gloomy, if you ask me. I like that, it fits my mood. So I just sit
here, thinking that later I may read Journey to the West or The
Brothers Karamazov... idk. My brain is tired from reading the other
kind of stuff, the non-fiction. Especially the math, the languages,
all that stuff. I just want to relax now, listen to some music,
enjoy the evening. The pub is nice, it's always open, unlike the
tea place, which only opens a couple times a day, a bit too early
in the morning, a bit too late in the evening. The pub is always
open and it lets me sit here and enjoy my drink as long as I want.
I like that it is slow, it lets me think. I'm happy to have left
the other, bustling places of activity. They were doing me no good.
They are no good, they are mind poison, for real.
So what, let me sit here, enjoy my beer, and my book, come tell me
what's on your mind, I'm happy to hear, I do enjoy the company,
even if I don't like people. Fuck people. But the pubgoers are
alright. I don't mind them. I won't be going anywhere right now,
I'll be staying here in this quiet corner and I'll be happy if I
see some interesting conversation take place, at least I know I'm
in a place I like.
~bartender, do you have peanuts?