He sits with six bottles of beer, the fourth leads him somewhere else, but he wont stay put because as it seems, he takes comfort in his newly found feeling.
I didn't notice him as I walked into the bar, what I was doing here was something I didn't know a thing about. The lights of different colors danced round the room, but disappeared immediately they hit the pool by the side of the room. The music had no message to pass across, but some of the people either got up to dance to the rhythm less beat and others just sat nodding to it. The drunk man called me.
Sometimes to some people, association depicts relationship, and a cordial one when you sit with someone at a bar, a drunk one for that matter. I've heard before that a drunk man never lies, trust me they don't lie. He spoke about his love for my father but his disagreement with his methods. Trying to justify what he just said in his drunk state, I could see some one who was, but never really was. Then he started speaking of me, saying he hated me the first time he saw me, but when he recognized my methods, he started seeing something else. Then he did something I didn't believe, he prayed for me. It was absurd, but hearing the words of prayer being directed to me, I couldn't resist answering.
As I left the bar after attempts to leave but failed, I thought the previous event over and over, and it all left one question lingering in my mind "will God answer the prayer of a drunk, no matter how sincere they be?"
I saw him the next day, all sobered up, he looked like he didn't remember anything from yesterday's event. He shouldn't bother, I had seen his mind, recognized his true motives, why he does what he does.
I didn't notice him as I walked into the bar, what I was doing here was something I didn't know a thing about. The lights of different colors danced round the room, but disappeared immediately they hit the pool by the side of the room. The music had no message to pass across, but some of the people either got up to dance to the rhythm less beat and others just sat nodding to it. The drunk man called me.
Sometimes to some people, association depicts relationship, and a cordial one when you sit with someone at a bar, a drunk one for that matter. I've heard before that a drunk man never lies, trust me they don't lie. He spoke about his love for my father but his disagreement with his methods. Trying to justify what he just said in his drunk state, I could see some one who was, but never really was. Then he started speaking of me, saying he hated me the first time he saw me, but when he recognized my methods, he started seeing something else. Then he did something I didn't believe, he prayed for me. It was absurd, but hearing the words of prayer being directed to me, I couldn't resist answering.
As I left the bar after attempts to leave but failed, I thought the previous event over and over, and it all left one question lingering in my mind "will God answer the prayer of a drunk, no matter how sincere they be?"
I saw him the next day, all sobered up, he looked like he didn't remember anything from yesterday's event. He shouldn't bother, I had seen his mind, recognized his true motives, why he does what he does.
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