Last night I was talking to Angel the bartender. I asked if he'd heard from Kiki, a bartender who worked with him years ago. He said he hadn't heard from him, that they weren't friends. Then he told me a story about how Kiki accused him of putting a jalapeño in his eye drops. Angel denied doing it, but Kiki didn't believe him and held a grudge for years. They didn't talk when they worked together, that's how bad it was.
Kiki turned on me too. We had a good relationship until one night I brought in a woman I was dating for a few drinks. Kiki fell in love with her. And when the woman and I stopped dating Kiki took her side and was friends with her, but not me. He stopped talking to me, and treated me as if I'd beaten the girl or something. Years later he started talking to me again, but it was too late then.
Last night after a few bourbons and a beer I told Angel that I was impotent, which isn't true.
Really? Yeah really. I don't believe you. You're joking right? No, it's true. I made a wilting flower gesture with my finger. You're kidding? No, I'm not.
I'm not sure why I told Angel that. I just wanted to mess with him, kind of like the person who messed with Kiki, by a putting jalapeño in his eye drops.
