Chapter 17 14

Jay's Bar has not been filled with so many customers for a long time.Most of them looked like faces they had never seen before, but guests were always guests, so there was no reason for Jay to be in a bad mood.The sound of ice picks breaking ice, the sound of spinning an on the rock (whiskey with ice) glass, laughter, music box playing Jackson Five music, circled like a cartoon , the white smoke floating up to the ceiling like a circle of dialogue is like a night when the peak season of midsummer comes back again. Even so, something seemed wrong to the mouse.He sat alone by the counter, opened the book, read the same page for countless times, and finally closed the book.If possible, he would rather drink the last sip of beer and go back to his room to sleep.if you can sleep

Even the moon completely deserted the mouse during that week.Fragmented sleep and beer and tobacco cut to pieces, even the weather began to crumble.The rain that washes over the hills runs into the river and turns the sea into specks of tawny and gray.Disgusting scenery.My mind is filled with crumpled old newspapers.Sleep is light and always short.Like dozing off in a well-heated dentist's waiting room, waking up every time someone opens the door and checking their watch. Alone in the middle of the week, drinking whiskey, the Rat decided to temporarily freeze all his thoughts.The gaps in consciousness are filled with thick ice that even a white bear can walk through.I thought I should be able to barely get through the second half of this week, so I can sleep peacefully.But when he woke up, everything was back to normal.Just a little headache.

◇ The rat stared blankly at the line of six empty beer bottles before him.Jay's back can be seen from between the bottles. Maybe it's time for the tide to go out, the Mouse thought.The first time I came to this store to drink was when I was eighteen years old.Thousands of bottles of beer, thousands of French fries, thousands of records in the music box, everything came and went like waves lapping a sampan.Haven't I had enough beer already?Of course you can still drink as much beer as you want at thirty or forty.But the beer he drank here was another matter, he thought.Twenty-five was not a bad age to retire.If you are a smarter person, you have already graduated from college and are old enough to work as a loan clerk in a bank.

The mouse added another bottle to the line of empty bottles, drank half of the beer that was about to overflow the glass in one gulp, then wiped his mouth with his fingertips reflexively, and wiped his wet hands behind the buttocks of his cotton trousers. wipe. All right!think about it!The mouse said to himself, don't think about it evasively!Twenty-five is not a bad age if you think about it for a while, isn't it the age of two 12-year-old boys added together?Do you have that value?no!Not even one person.Not even an ant nest stuffed into an empty pickle bottle is worth it.Forget it, enough of the boring metaphors are not helping at all.think about it!Where did you go wrong?Figure it out!God knows.

The mouse gave up the idea and drank the rest of the beer.Then raised my hand and asked for a new bottle. I drank too much today.Jay said.Even so, I still put the eighth bottle first. My head hurts a bit.The body went up and down several times as if being shaken by waves.The tiredness of exhaustion is felt deep in the eyes.Spit!Said the voice in the back of the head.Throw it all up and think about it slowly, come on, stand up and go to the toilet.Couldn't even make it to first base, but the mouse puffed out his chest and went to the toilet, opened the door, and kicked out the young girl who was putting on eyeliner in the mirror, gurgling into the toilet.

How many years have you not vomited?I even forgot how to say it, do you want to take off your pants?Don't make silly jokes, don't talk, spit!Even spit out the stomach juice! After throwing up all its stomach juices, the rat sat down on the toilet and smoked a cigarette, then washed his face and hands with soap, and ran his wet hands through his hair in front of the mirror. It's too bad, maybe the female teacher in junior high school will like it or not. After leaving the toilet, he walked to the desk of the lady whose eyeliner was only half painted, and apologized politely, then returned to the counter, drank half a glass of beer, and then finished the ice water that Jie brought over in one gulp.I shook my head two or three times, and when the cigarette was lit, my brain began to function normally.

ah!Enough is enough!The mouse tried to blurt it out.The night is still long, think slowly.