This seaside town

I love this seaside town.
The moody beaches.
The moody barman.
Where an insult feels like an embrace.

When he asks me what’s happening and pours me a whiskey for free.

That he knows more about my life than any friend.
That he knows my mid life crisis will involve me wearing dresses.
That he doesn’t believe I own any already and scoffs at the thought.

That I can stumble home in a warm booze buzz and know that tomorrow
I can walk in and be smiled at.

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