Another Great Night in the Bar

Holy shit, it was another great night in the bar.

Frankie was having a blast, always the life of the party.

Frankie who always made outrageous pronouncements.

Like tonight. 

He kept telling everybody that he was going to play Russian Roulette when he got home. That this might be the last time anybody sees him.

Then he would laugh, but the person he was talking to would laugh first.

"Frankie, for Christ sake, your aim is not that good. Even if you got the bullet instead of the empty chamber, you would fucking miss! You'd probably end up shooting your autographed picture of Elvis Costello instead."

More laughter, another shot of whiskey.

2:00 am. Closing time. Hugs all around.

Bob says "See you tomorrow, Frankie - same place, same time - I got the first round."

Frankie says "You never know, Bob - you might hear about me in the news tomorrow."

Bob says "Fuck you, Johnny!" With love and respect.

Frankie drives home and loads six bullets into his Smith & Wesson Model 29 .44 magnum.

The game didn't last long.

Bob hears about Frankie in the news the following day.