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I boarded a train to my new apartment in a new suburb. Ready to imbibe, I ran about frantically having discovered every store closed at ten. Short of breath, I looked in the window of an Italian restaurant that was right in front of me. Displayed behind the bar, I saw strobe lights reaching the wine bottles neck and I suddenly had an urge to shit. I smacked my body to the glass. The mopping busboy looked up, shook his head no, and put his mop in a bucket of water. I shook the wads of tips I made that night and began banging the window. He shook his head no. Surprised that the glass didn’t shatter, I banged as hard as I could and jumped up and down. The busboy came to the window and I was still jumping. He unlocked the door.

It was that night I decided I’d have to move again. And find another job.