It’s 3:30 pm. Heather is behind the bar. I have a pint of Circus Boy in front of me. The juke box plays a song I don’t know. There’s a nice size crowd in the place. Most are probably students.
I tell Heather about the interview, keeping it short. She is working. She gives me two thumbs up and goes back to work.
The Circus Boy is pretty good. I only have six bucks on me. I’ll have two Circus Boys and leave Heather a one dollar tip. On the four large screen TVs that I can see, one I can’t see, ESPN is broadcasting college football highlights. Last Friday night two people got stabbed in Hemingway’s. In all the years I’ve been coming here I don’t remember ever seeing a fight.
School will be an easy day tomorrow. The school is hosting an event to support breast cancer survivors. There will be eats and non-alcoholic drinks in the main lobby. You can work in the computer lab or hang out in the lobby. Sweet. I’ll hang out, maybe check my email for news about jobs and of course post on The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.
I just realized that my birth day is not tomorrow but a week from Saturday; so I won’t be going to the Social Security Office to see about applying early for social security; but I have to do everything I can to keep my apartment. Where will I go if I lose my apartment?
“Turn The Page” by Bob Seeger is playing.