58: The Truth, as Told by a Drunk Man

The prompt is to write about what a drunk guy at a bar says when he takes a liking to me and tries to tell me "the truth."

I like you, fella'. I like you a lot. You're what they call... what they call... what do they call you?

Look, buddy, maybe I can call you a cab or something. It looks like you've had enough.

A good guy! You're what they call a Good Guy!

Well, thanks, man, but I...

No no no. You're a Good... Guy. So I'm gonna tell you something you should know.

I...

No, you should know this! You should know the Truth! Can you handle the Truth?

I've already got a church.

Of course you do! You're a Good Guy! The Truth I'm talkin' about isn't what they teach in church.

Let me call you that cab.

The Truth is that you've got to know what you want, 'cos nobody else... nobody else... (Hand me a napkin, will you buddy?) You gotta know what you want, 'cos nobody else is gonna care as much as you. Nobody else is gonna be as disappointed if you don't get it. That's the Truth. ... Nobody ... nobo-- ...

Fella? Mister? Damn it, he's passed out.

What a jerk! Maybe if he stopped playing like whatever he wants is The Truth, he'd be able to buy a clue.

Anybody here know this guy, and how to get him home?

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