"Those in glass houses dare not cast stones."
No one understands the truth of this statement as well as a bartender. One of my job requirements is that of a secret keeper. I know more about most of my regulars than their wives, lovers, family and friends. People talk to me.... I listen... Then, for the sake of all arguments, I forget.... No one really forgets though....
The blurry tear filled eyes of a man who's lost it all.... The whispers of regret that a desperate woman shares with the only stranger willing to listen.... The confessions of infidelity... Lies... Betrayal. I could write a novel about all of the things I've conveniently "forgotten" over the years....
It's easy, this life I've chosen... These people are my friends, and I love them.... they're easy to love... and they love me... As long as I smile... as long as I'm optimistic.... As long as I lie.... As long as I don't expect them to be the shoulder for me....
.... After all, it's all business when it comes right down to it...
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