The bartender was in a creative writing class
with me when we were in high school.
He walks up to me, Hey bud, high five.
I've had two beers
I believe in going big with high fives--
especially in bars.
I knock his hand
into the the wine glasses
hanging above the bar.
I blame him, I didn't touch the glasses.
They clinked for sometime after.
He walked away and I ate greasy food.
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