Dream of:08 June 2001 "Out Of It"
Walls and I had been drinking beer together in Portsmouth. I had drunk three long-neck bottles of beer, and I was definitely feeling the effects. I was having a good time and I was happy to see Walls again, who looked as if he were about 20 years old. I was also happy when Ramey showed up. I told Ramey that Walls and I had been drinking some expensive beer with pretty pictures on the labels. Ramey asked me the name of the beer, but I couldn't remember; so I hollered to Walls, who was in the next room and asked him. Walls hollered back, "Bud."
Although I had been enjoying myself, I told Ramey I was ready to go home; but I told him I didn't want to go home alone because I might do something stupid. I told him that when I drank, I sometimes did stupid things. For example, I might drive. I didn't use to consider drinking and driving to be stupid, but now I did. Or, I told him, I might go to the black area of town, something I would only do if I had been drinking.
The three of us got into a car and headed out; but instead of my going home, we went to the downtown area of Portsmouth and got out of the car on Chillicothe Street. We stepped up in front of a bar which was closing it was late at night. Ramey looked inside the bar and told me he thought he saw Birdie inside. All three of us walked into the bar, and I saw Birdie sitting on a stool at the bar with her back to us. I walked up to the bar and looked at her. She was about 20 years old and her black hair was tied in braids. I started to sit down on a stool close to her, with one empty stool between us, but before I sat down, Birdie noticed me and made a comment about how I looked. I asked her if I looked out of it, and I added, "I am out of it."
I looked at myself in a mirror behind the bar. My hair definitely needed cut. I recalled Birdie knew how to cut hair, and I thought I might ask her to cut mine for me; I could pay her ten dollars for the job. But I hesitated to ask her such a thing.
I learned she was waiting for a guy who worked in the bar; his name was Early. He was a little fellow of little worth; she should have been able to do better.
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