Certain Kinds of Men

by vermismeridiem

“Can’t sleep?”

[silent, stares into his glass]

“You want a sleeping pill?”

“No.”

“Pain pill?”

“No” he shook his head, and smiled.

“I have pills for everything—some make you taller…some make you forget.”

[snorts, quietly, and looks at his companion with a tiresome grin]

“Well, I’m going to try and get some sleep.”

“Good idea,” he responded, withdrawn, and looked deeper into his glass as the pill man retreated back into his induced slumber.

 

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