Thirty

By: Cristian B

“Another glass of wine” I shouted at the bartender. He glazed over me telling me that this was the tenth glass I had, and it was time for me to pay my tab as the bar was closing. I told him my gut could hold one more, I could sense the bleak expression upon the poor mans face. He glared sternly at me telling me it was one AM and time for me to leave. I was pissed as I threw some bills of cash upon the counter. I was the only one in the bar at this late hour and he looked with a sad face asking if I needed him to call an uber or taxi to take me home. I shook my head fast as I told him no, I knew I had my new car parked outside. But was driving the best idea for me this time around?

John the bartender said what happens to you wouldn’t be my problem as he took my cash as walked me out the door. I knew deep down if I would leave no one would miss me, I have no wife/no husband, no relationships, no kids. If I was gone, nothing would change. Except for me of course.

I was a 30-year-old bachelor that everyone thought was happy.  But deep down I was lonely and visited this bar so often they knew me by name. But back to the story, as I stumbled to my 2024 porche I could hear the whispers in the back of my head saying that nobody wanted me, and they would be happier if I was gone. I could hear the engine humming as I put the car into drive. I thought to call a friend or anyone to pick me up, but honestly, I felt alone as always.

No one would miss me. Happy Birthday to me…. Or should I say death day?