At the Izakaya

I can describe him only as fidgety. Not because he fidgeted but it was the way he spoke. Jumping here and stumbling there.

Then he drank some beer and his sentences smoothed and began to flow. I was suddenly seated next to a different person.

An impression of his sober self lay heavy in my perception as i spoke to the now eloquent man.

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