There were other possibilities to his life. He imagined them at some times when he laid in bed. That summer when he swam laps around that pool. He had dreams of doing an iron man. He wondered if in some ways he was trying to out swim the loneliness. That...

College gave him other possibilities but also reinforced where he was in the world. He watched people study abroad or go on ski trips and he realized that would never really be him. 

Just like high school an invisible line was drawn. But unlike high school it also felt like...

He can’t remember if it was a true memory or one of those things people have told you so much that you sort of just make it a memory. But when his mom would drive him to school she always played different music. Prince some days Creed other days different...

Chip wanted to shake the kid. Wanted to yell in his face. “ don’t you know this whole place is gunna blow? Don’t you know it’s all gunna burn. Wipe that fucking smug look off your face and say something you actually think. Anything anything.”

Instead he just looked at his...

"There were other possibilities though too." His uncle would say as if he was some one else.

"There's a rise in sort of pharmecueticals, you know to make you happy or something, so that could also be the reason."

"Reason for..."

"The reason you see people a bit un-happy. What about you when...

When he got into the car he sort of jumped. The music he was listening to early startled him. Loud and fast he had been driving for 30 minutes or something so he had built up into a drop of one his favorite songs.

Although now he didn’t like it so...

When his uncle left he looked around the bar. Then soon after he left. He left out of the back into the parking lot. The street lamps were on. He didn’t check his phone as he was trying to be less like how everyone else is.

The night was cool a...

His Uncle had told him last time there were together, that people weren't bored anymore.

"You all, you're really not bored anymore." His uncle said.

"Like look around, phone phone tv phone. Can't you just stare into space. Can't you just do something else?"

He looked around the bar, they had started coming...

Maybe thats why he didn't stay in the small town. He was always thinking about something off in the distance. A sort of space that doesn't exist. The news from somewhere else filled his time, and talking to people online made it feel like a real place. Maybe he didn't...

Jack's tavern mostly took care of locals. A teacher or a contractor people leaving work people going. First shift or second it was open. You'd only see people on third if they got let out early. 

Thats why it was weird it was Uncle Chip's favorite bar. He was well...