taking a seat next to the rough looking fellow at a lone table,  he watches with surface interest before swiveling his attention to the other guy.  “ you look like a day drinker. i bet you come in here, night after night, huh.  ”   he’s assuming, like everyone else, that this guy can’t hear him. “ look at all of em’. so oblivious, all wrapped up in the booze, and the dancing..... ---- I could simultaneously lock all the doors, shatter every single glass bottle behind that bar, start a fire, and watch them scramble uselessly for the exit. like a bunch of panicked cockroaches. but i won’t----- i’m not that twisted, just got a weird sense of humor. ”

           “ you’re a rude lil’ fucker aren’t ya ?? ” liam takes the seat a couple spaces from the other, a glass of whiskey already waiting for him on the bar. another day off, another gig at the pub. sure, this had started off as a hobby, but with child support for his son constantly on the rise, he would take all the extra cash he could get  “ not my fault your redneck ass isn’t used to anything without a fuckin’ banjo in it— ” liam was usually pretty nonchalant about those who disliked his music...or at least those who weren’t being pieces of shit about it—and this guy was definitely far from nice. 

idk where you’re all coming from but i hit 100 last night!!! thank you to all of you omg?? for a very long time i wanted to make this blog but wasn’t sure i’d be able to do charles justice. the fact that i made it past 10 followers even amazes me. i love you all so much and want to thank you for making this such a wonderful experience for me. now, without further ado, the pure humans i must acknowledge for giving this blog meaning <3

“I oughta smack you is what I oughta do, ain't got the sense God gave a goose, not listenin' to a psychic.” A poor example of one, but a psychic nonetheless, though admittedly her warning had been less than helpful, in the vein of that cat from Alice in Wonderland who never answered anybody straight , but it wasn't her fault her third eye was so blurry, she got points for making an effort, which was more than could be said for him for not listening to her.

“Baby, I just did my nails.” She whined. “The glue ain't even dry yet, can’t you do it? Tie a string ‘round your arm and one end on the doorknob, like pullin’ a tooth.”