Lonely Down On Earth - Chapter 1

The Ritz Carleton’s bartender was serving soulless suited snakes with checkerboard noosed ties gingerly wrapping around their tender necks, stiff shooters like depressing gin on the rocks or bloody Caesar with a barely detectable hint of drops from a 1966 bottle of Jack Daniel’s as if the snake were hissing and praying, one final time for a new set of goals or for new found aspirations, in life to lay beside their drink, as they lay closely in moments near the voluptuous rusty rotted red lips of a depth-filling mouth that belonged to Death. Each drink was being guzzled in the slowest of movements of time as each drips and drop seemingly took years to enter the slithering folks as if to savour the very few last moments of a quenchable life they once knew. As the last savouring life drip leaves the safety of the shot glass, the bartender eyes a sight that he has seen like a common occurrence in his lifetime, snakes falling backwards to a soft blacken charred ground with a visible liquored tongue, where they finally get a full night sleep and finally get to dream for the first time about a real life, a truly real dream. Despite the best efforts of one particular snake named Evad , all the booze he ordered as soon as it touched his frailer fragile freckled body, simply turned to crystal clear water. He jetted a vociferation with tears in his eyes that shattered the windows in 6 floors of the 5 star hotel he was drinking in and said ``Why God? Why can’t I have a one on one with you like you have allowed so many slithering suited snake to do around me? Why ? Answer me damn it!!” but the room whispers that sounded like a mute. 1