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Apathy, Chapter 6 Dental Lamination

October 14, 2018

The bar was quiet, the chatter amongst the men was quiet and quaint. These men were ordering beers and felt that awful urge as it had gone warm. Beer and wine, some of the weaker alcoholics drank the wine instead. Chased it with water, as the white wine was all that was left and the warm white wine would stick to their teeth- like a dental lamination. Nothing worked, just a tap with compressed air. The bar was almost out of beer, and nobody knew how to order more. The world was slowing down.

Some men knew what had happened, and others didn’t. Some didn’t care and the world kept on ticking. Slowly.

There sat a beer and a candle behind the bar. One for a poor soul that was murdered in the parking lot earlier that month. It flickered as the jar candle with a picture of the Virgin Mary on it sat in dedication to a man that nobody really knew. The only reason why they knew that he was a patron was that they still had his debit card. 

Paul was a private man, quiet with his insecurities. He wanted to be with people that day. He had been in a funk for the last few years since graduating High School. He was sick of the world. He felt that he was meant for something grand, but he didn’t know what or why. He just existed in a sad state that leads him down a path of self-loathing and depression. He felt that he would make a mark on the world, but with the given news of the trajectory of one said asteroid or comet, whatever it was, he felt that if he made a mark, it’d be for nothing.

He would drink his beer and watch as the people interacted with each other. There was a fondness of their presence. The gentle smile of an elderly man as he recognized another young man as a regular.

“Well, Michael, I got to tell you,” an old man named Chris would pontificate, “The world ain’t what it was, and it’s on a downward decline. So, I got a drink,” his voice would find it’s way to a higher pitch after each punctuation, “There’s nothing more than to wait.”

People would add that there’s no point to life, and they were jolly about it. This would depress Paul as he sat in the back of the bar watching these people of all cultures thriving in what they needed the most, and that was comradery. He hated them. He wanted to be them. Johnny Thunders’ I’m Alive played on the Jukebox as he watched with hate in his eyes the lives of these sad people that he wanted to be a part of, but he never interjected himself. He just sat in the back and watched. He couldn’t hear the music though, he had another podcast playing in his ears. A similar podcast that Liz, a bartender, listened to. He had hoped that she worked on this day, but she was off. She was the only person that ever started a conversation with him. She simply asked what he was listening to, and she happened to listen to the same podcast. They became friends, but it was only with her.

The gaming podcast that he listened to was one of his favorites and helped keep his mind in a gentle, happy mood. It was the thing to help focus his mind off of depressing and damning thoughts, and he felt the anger in his life enhance when his Bluetooth headphones died. Not the only thing to die that day- besides hopes and dreams.

He thought to himself as his headphones died, might as well do some writing… he was a big fan of people watching and making up background scenarios for these people, but his notebook was in the car.

Just then someone rang a bell in the bar and had to buy the bar a round. This put a kick in Paul’s feet as he got himself a Lagunitas IPA. The exact beer that stood next to the candle that nobody acknowledged because they were more concerned about their lives and the lack of technology.


Mrs. Kahal said with a little smirk, “I feel like a kid again, don’t really know why, but I just do.”

“You grew up with electricity, you’re not that old!” I stated in frustration.

“It’s like playing outside, you come in when the lights go on, but you don’t really need electricity to have fun, and I just feel like a kid in the middle of the afternoon. It’s really eerie.”

“I don’t get it, but OK. I just feel so naked.”

“It’s something to get used to, it’s kind of funny, though.”

“If you’re enjoying it! I just want to check my Twitter and Snaps, and it’s crazy. Thank God we weren’t driving or flying!”

“Yeah, that was terrible… did you know anyone who was in a plane or car?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know that!?” Jesus Mrs. Kahal, you can be dumb sometimes!

“At least all the cars stopped working at once, just those accidents with the big rigs… inertia. You know, the shit I’m supposed to teach you.”

“You teach English.”


Albert sat in a boastful corner of the couch when he felt a need to speak to Daisy, but she was so far away. Nothing seemed to work, as he had awakened from a terrible stupor. He looked outside and could see the mountain in the distance and found, like many others, that technology was just unable to work. He thought about her needs and how he could help if he could help or even reach her. Still drunk, he found himself panicking into another hour or two of sleep. Some of the time his existence would strobe and his kids didn’t exist where they were. One in the dirt and the other off at school or with her friends. He would find that they were thriving in the mountains with who should have been their real mother, but the cancer. He loved his wife Sherry, but she was just taken from him and if he could remove that pain from his life he’d at least feel better. Better with a son and daughter that were alive.

Now all he wanted was to see Daisy, his ex-fiance, and well… he didn’t know. He just wanted what he knew would be a bad idea. He wanted companionship, but he just felt that it would be taken away. Everything was taken away. Everything, but Daisy, even though the other Daisy pushed him away.

All he knew was that he didn’t know if she was even alive.

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