ghosts of southern comforts past

There are ghosts here, ghosts of previous drunken nights. Like the night I got into a near fistfight with KC, a useless drunk here in Indy, because he had insulted my best friend Scott. Ghosts of people to whom I was friendly or even nice before I moved to NO and learned the lesson once and for all that the road to hell IS paved with good intentions. Being nice to somebody today is fending off their advances tomorrow, or if not their advances then their unwanted friendship. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of nice people in Indy but lecherous seems to be a common trait. The moment I walked into the bar I heard someone exclaim "oh the night is turning better" and I saw the man who said it and disagreed with him. When I went to the bathroom (to pee) a few moments later I knew I would have company and I was not disappointed in my assessment of the situation.

I met another guy tonight who was nice and asked for my number. I wrote it down for some reason while explaining that I didn't want or need a boyfriend and then slipped the incriminating slip of paper off the bar and put it in my pocket a moment later.

Dodging bullets is my specialty.