D.F.

by

Scott Walters

AN ADDED CONVENIENCE

"Bourbon and water." Rod called to the bartender, as he glanced around casually from one end of the bar to the other. He couldn't help but notice that there wasn't one female in sight. Suddenly, like an alarm clock it hit him as the bartender placed his drink on the bar.

This must be one of those homosexual bars he had been reading about in the newspapers recently.

"A dollar ten, please?" The bartender spoke in a musical tone of voice.

Rod paid the money and took his drink. He took a big swallow, peering around again. His eyes were becoming accustomed to the thick clouds of smoke and semi-darkness. No, not a

woman in the whole damn place.

He was beginning to feel that he ought to leave before he got into trouble with one of these mixed-up characters.

He had several more drinks and he began to feel a bit woozy.

What in hell am I doing in a place like this. His mind wandered. Here I am, the father of a six year old boy, an ex-Marine sergeant, plus being a once-famous guy who had every possibility of one day becoming a champion boxer before the leg injury in Korea.

Straightening to his full six feet, wiping a lock of curly black hair from his sweaty forehead, he took out a cigarette and lit it slowly. His hand-

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