the cops made an apperance again. they walked through the bar from back door to the front door. nothing crazy happened. but i couldn't believe how much police presence there is in the valley at the moment.
It was a great night for all and the first time in ages that I’ve been out to somewhere other than a bar. I bumped into an old acquaintance, Peter, who runs the Sunbar who I hadn’t seen for well over a year. He was with some barmaids from the bar and I couldn’t work out why they were giving me a funny look. I put it down to my ridiculous good looks.
Peter was excited to see me and kept quizzing me about where I’d been as I used to be somewhat of a local. I explained that the lifestyle change I’d gone through so I could study meant I was no longer the barfly I once was.
“We all thought you were dead!” he shouted into my ear over the thumping music
“Yeah, I’m living the quiet life now mate” I laughed
“No! We really thought you died. There’s a rumour doing the rounds that you died in a house fire six months ago” he said as he gripped my shoulder as if to check that I was really there.
Turns out I was wrong about the ridiculous good looks. They were looking at me like I was a ghost.
On the upside, I now have my own urban legend.