Jason Whitaker

Writer

Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Fred and Ed:

Fred and Ed sit at a bar.

Fred: Guess what’s different about the bar,

Ed: I think that strange smell in the corner near the billiards table is gone.

Fred: What smell?

Ed: The something died smell.

Fred: Something bigger.

Ed: I don’t know about that, that smell was pretty rank. It stank.

Ed smiles to himself.

Fred: The bar has a new owner.

Ed: Who is it? Probably some lowlife from another state that will come in and close our bar down and replace it with a Starbucks or CVS.

Fred: We’re the new owners.

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