It continues from the shuffleboard bar

This might be our last night at this bar. I'm a little sad. I've grown
to like it in the few days we've spent here.

I feel like I'm either out of the loop or in the center of the storm.
Either way it feels pretty nice.

I'm not sure when things happen in life and that counts as meeting new
people. And I don't know if the people you meet are new, or their
attitudes are new, or if you are new.

I know this though, there is a bartender in Long Beach who plays the
songs that murder my heart.

But should that matter? And should it count?

Fuck it.

I'm just trying not to freak out and loose my mind.

And accidentally fall in love.

I fall in love enough.

I need a sandwich.