Personal Essay

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up to the bar the bartender without looking up as he was washing glasses ask me what can I get you, and then looked up and realized I was underage and said “you want to soda?” I said “no thanks I just have a question; apparently my credit card was used in here few nights ago, and I’m wondering if you might’ve been here and would know about the person using it?”  “Well I don’t know, I work almost every night, but dude... most these people all look the same. I just try to make sure they sign their tab and leave a tip.” So I asked him if he would’ve remembered a girl, maybe around my age brown hair, drinking at the bar. “Man, I don’t know, I check out all the chicks that come in here all night long, you feel me?But then again they’re all the same. like I said, I just make sure they pay their bill.” “This girl would’ve spent all the money on bourbon, specifically some 30 year old aged bourbon,” I replied. He chimed in, laughingly, ”Chicks drinking bourbon? Nawww” only way a chick’s drinking bourbon is if some old farts buying it for her! but I do remember this one dude. Yeah, he sat here half the night drinking bourbon on rocks all night long. Yep, and he didn’t buy anything else. I thought he just might pass out, but no, he managed to pay his bill and mosey out that door about 20 minutes till last call.” He paused a moment and then said thinking out loud, ooh yeah, and he left me a 40% tip too. I was like “What that must be some mistake” No no I know a chick when I see one and that was not a chick. Thanks man I think I’ll take that soda now though if you don’t mind. I Stood there in disbelief while the bartender grabs the pint glass and puts in the ice and sets it on the bar, grabs the soda gun and says what’s your pleasure Shawty “i’ll take a Sprite please thanks” No thank you that’ll be $2.50. I threw five bucks on the counter but I still feel robbed. Hey thanks again man as I slumped down my soda with one long drink on the straw. Realizing that the place had started filling up so they lowered the lights since I walked in their. The bartender talk to me one last time as I turned to walk away “yo man good luck finding your girl sorry I couldn’t be more of a help”. I gave a silent nod and put my hand in response as I walk towards the exit. The spirit of the bar noise was drowned out by the thoughts in my head as I was just about to pass bouncer bob I encountered on my way in. I nodded and thanked him under my breath, but all a sudden he raised his arm to block my path before I could walk out the door” yo sprout martie’s talking to you” Who’s Martie I said vacantly. The bartender you’ve been talking to for the last 20 minutes Einstein he said jokingly. I turned as the bartender was motioning me to come back to the bar. He pointed to a booth in the far corner and said that’s your guy the bourbon lover. I froze. What? No girl no... Isabella a dude and old dude OK this is really getting wicked weird. What was it I’m supposed to do now OK I’m gonna go up to him and say where’s Isabella’s to the boyfriend or her dad know what screw it I’m just gonna go up and ask him what’s going on. So I walk up to the table and said have you seen a girl I was supposed to meet here do you know...without even looking up he says “Nope”. Are you sure because she said she was going to meet me here in this booth “Nope he said, well apparently she was bought a lot of bourbon on my tab. You wouldn’t know anything about that would ya. The man said contemptuously as he stood up, “I said No” leaned forward, put his face right up to mine and said “I don’t know you. I don’t like bourbon, and I don’t know no Isabella, you got that!” It’s like time stopped. I could smell bourbon on his breath. I slowly Backed up and started to turn around and then said calmly, “I never said her name was Isabella”. I’m not sure what happened next, it’s all a blur but all a sudden, I found myself face down with my arms stuck out to the side because his hands are on my throat and I could smell the bourbon. I could see the The light getting dim the lack of oxygen is taking me to my unconsciousness. My hand felt something cold something on the table and then with one last swing behind my head, WHAMM!! and he let go and was struck down hitting the corner of the Wood and dying. So, then I went to jail and that was that all because of one man who ruined my life forever.