The sound of mini-crackles and pops drowned out the classic rock music blasting away from the jukebox behind me. My eyes drunk with sleep and my head cloudy from a four day depression episode sucked in the vision in front of me. Three maraschino cherries slowly plopped into my glass. Plop. Plop. Plop.
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