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An Absinthe Reverie  July 31, 2004 

            The street is quiet and dark and spinning. His hands were wrapped around his love, the one who never forsook him.  He laughed aloud at a joke his love told to him and pressed his lips to his beloved again.  They've been together for years.  They've been through three wives and seven children (one of whom suggested that he marry his love).  He laughed again, this time bitterly.  Damn ingrates, he thought to himself.

            He stood up shivering and stepping side by side to avoid the large rats he imagined ran between and around his legs.  He walked over to a store a block over.  The clerk’s superior smirk at him angered him. 

            "Back again, Tom?" said the clerk with one raised eyebrow.

            "Shut up, damn you.  Always with your comments and smiles and good for nothing... You know nothing you damn kid.  Snotty son of a..."  His voice fell to a mutter and he forgot his anger at the sight of his love.  Clean, freshly dressed.  He grabbed his beloved and pressed his cheek against the one that never forsook him.  He smiled graciously at the clerk who only shook his head in wonder and newly found respect for the power of the spirit.

            The man went back to his favorite spot.  He undressed his love and drank of the one that never forsook him.  He marveled in the way his love made him feel.  As he fell asleep he held his love tightly to his chest and he thanked his beloved, once more, for what they shared.