[Poem a Day] “And Every Monday”

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A lot of my best nights are ones I can’t quite remember clearly. I’m pretty sure I spent a larger chunk of my university days at bars than I’d like to admit, but it was more than just a place to get drunk instead of going to class. It was the designated place to talk a little life, forget whatever was outside the door, catch up with bartenders that knew us a little too well. And for the most part, we would leave our usual spot with a few drinks comp-ed and our heads still relatively lucid.

We were luckier than most, I think.