Number 62
Jun 27th, 2003, 12:34:59 AM
Brent, 62 which ever the name he referred to his self as at the moment, walked into the Bar & Grill.
Not much had changed in his appearance, but if you new him at all before he left you could tell that he had a different way of carrying his self and his eye's held much more wisdom and experience.
He waited at the door way quickly looking around at all the new faces in the bar and didn't think he noticed anyone he once new.
Talking out loud to his self, as he often did, he slowly said
"This place has changed so much..or maybe my memory of it has just become foggy"
Then he noticed a table close to the bar that was empty, so he walked over to it and had a seat and waited..as he often did.
Not much had changed in his appearance, but if you new him at all before he left you could tell that he had a different way of carrying his self and his eye's held much more wisdom and experience.
He waited at the door way quickly looking around at all the new faces in the bar and didn't think he noticed anyone he once new.
Talking out loud to his self, as he often did, he slowly said
"This place has changed so much..or maybe my memory of it has just become foggy"
Then he noticed a table close to the bar that was empty, so he walked over to it and had a seat and waited..as he often did.