Lynard Skynard – Freebird was playing in the old pub. The representation was good from the crew for some reason. Accomplices from a few years back. 

We didn’t know each other anymore. A few lost words here and there that acknowledged that we were friends a while ago. In the full bar, with chores of Freebird screaming, I was sitting alone. A beer in the hand, the barmaid in front of me. Nice shirt. The song is gone. 

I enjoy. Solace. And Led Zepp starts.