Welcome to Kispellia.
In Kispellia, there ain't shit. Except for clowns. Hundreds and hundreds of clowns. And alkies.
Which is why a tweaker, a hulk, a foreigner and a bartender have decided to do something about it. But all the funny pills in the world can't prepare them for what lies ahead...
or what's left behind
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"We've got a plan... becuz we all wanna change. Maybe that change is just money. But really, for me at least, I just wanna do somethin. I wanna end the boredom. In our town, there ain't shit."
I guess I should tell ya a little bit more about myself Like what kinda man n I am and how my parents were humans too with their own faults and insecurities, n how I work as a bartender at this local waterin hole where everybody knows everybody else, n everybody gets sloshed after work n all ruddy-faced and happy, like your their goddamn favorite son. And that nowadays I can see a man or woman from a distance n just by the way their dressed and the look on their face, I could tell ya if they drink scotch on the rocks, or Jameson, or imported drafts, or just some club soda with lime.
I guess I could tell ya a lotta things 'bout people from a distance. Some people just like to show up n relax. They might grab a bite and a pint and chill for a bit, not really talking, not really makin an effort to do anythin but keep to their thoughts. Then ya've always got the ones that polish off the first drink like it's goin outta style, n they'll be back to the bar askin for the same thing. Then they'll go 'round, social butterfly n all, talkin this and that with people who know them n those who are kinda just pretendin to.
Ya see a lot of people that show up well-prepared. They'll be half in the bag before they get there, n then they try to act all normal, as if they don't always get wasted so that they can be all cheery and talkative—these are the alkies. Sometimes, they're hard to spot cuz they're always like that, so they're body's used to it. A lotta them can pound back a 6-pack without flinchin, whereas ya n I would probly be atleast a little unsteady in the feet—but they're all good I guess. Alkies are alkies. We've all got our vices.