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Greg took the bag from the table and placed it into his garbage disposal. He turned it on and the bag was grinded into little bits. He sat down on his sofa and took out a cigarette. Katie joined him.

“I see you’ve shaved the animal off your face.”
“Yes, but it’ll just grow back in a few days.” He said, taking a drag. “So what are you here for?”

“I just wanted to visit you.”

“You wanna have sex?”

“No, maybe later. Anyway, there’s this new bar downtown. It’s called The Seagull’s Nest.”

“What kind of bar is it?”

“It’s a dive bar with a karaoke machine. But all in all, it’s a place to get drunk.”

Greg reached into his pocket and took out a small bottle of pills. He took two out and dry swallowed them.

“What are those?”

“Pills.”

“What for?”

“Migraines. They can be a bitch.”

“You’re abusing prescription medicine?”

“No. If I was abusing prescription medication, I be taking Dexedrine or Nembutal. I got this from a doctor.”

“I just don’t want you to die by overdose.”

“I won’t.” he said, leaning back into the couch. He stubbed his cigarette out in an ashtray.