Déja Vu?
I sat at a corner table. It was a decent bar. The lights were dim, and there was a low murmur of people talking, with the occasional uproar of laughter from the table on the other side of the room. I had a glass of beer. It was full. I had taken just one sip in the past 10 minutes. Maybe because of the book that was in front of me. A worn out leather-bound book. I know. Cliche. An uproar of laughter startled me. I didn't realize that I was staring at the book. I sighed, suddenly exhausted. I asked for the bill, paid money for the still full-one-sipped beer and left. It was a dark night. I couldn't see the moon anywhere. The stars seemed to be shrouded with a black cloth. I don't know why but I usually look down and walk. It's a habit. I've been asked to change it by my family, my friends and my girlfriend. But I just rolled my eyes or shrugged it off with a "yeah." I turned to the left towards the bus station, but I was met by a wall. "Ouch. ...