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name?”
    “Rebecca.” She wanted to say more but only less came to mind. She figured she would stay a little longer to be polite, then get some sleep and see if the world changed with a new sun on the horizon. She wanted to leave, to run as far away from this place as possible. But the fact remained, she had a car and a purse—nothing else. She could only go as far as her gas would take her and that wouldn’t make it to Chicago. She decided, like so many humans have before her, that the almighty dollar took precedence.
    “The last time I was drunk, I invented the drink that is in front of you. I remember because I was a boy and I cannot forget. A devastating thing not forgetting. You should always forget. It keeps you sane. Look at Apollo, he hasn’t forgotten and so, he acts like a child. Do you remember your childhood?”
    “Somewhat.”
    “Perfect.”
    “What?”
    “That.”
    “That?”
    He nodded. “Yes, that’s perfect. Everything should be somewhat and vague as time marches on. I went insane for a time because of my earliest memory.”
    “What was it?”
    “You don’t know?”
    “How would I know?”
    He looked at Apollo. “She doesn’t know.”
    He shrugged. “She doesn’t know.”
    He turned back to Rebecca. “What do you know?”
    Her hands shook vehemently, gesturing at the bar counter. The seemingly only reasonable thing in the bar. “How the hell would I know?”
    “I guess you wouldn’t know.”
    Apollo shook his head. “Education these days.”
    Rebecca paused, stared at the magical drink in front of her. “I’m thinking I went insane coming here.”
    Dionysus threw up his hands. “Beautiful.” He gave her a splendidly inquisitive look. “First time?”
    Rebecca thought about this. She didn’t know why she thought about it, but for some reason, she emulated some of the insanity around her. “I don’t know.”
    “That’s a good answer.”
    Apollo agreed, “One of the best.”
    Dionysus said, “Anyone who thinks they lived life without moments of insanity is in a moment of insanity.”
    Rebecca said, “That’s almost profound.”
    “Almost is sometimes just as grand.”
    There was a long pause. Apollo picked up another glass to shine and blind Rebecca with. Dionysus scratched his beard and spun his glass round and round and round. Rebecca looked down, trying to devise a way to leave, when Dionysus said, “So, Rebecca, where you been? What have you done?”
    She gawked, snapped out of her escape. She almost threw out her hand at her phantom self. No, take me with you! She managed to say, “What?”
    “What’s life thrown your way?”
    Apollo sighed. “Here we go.”
    “What? I love a journey.”
    “You’re aimless.”
    “My aim is just fine. I’m working on my direction.”
    “What am I doing here?”
    “What got you here?”
    “A series of bad events.”
    He filled another glass and tossed it her way. She now had two untouched glasses filled with a maroon substance in front of her. He said, “A series of bad events describes the start of almost every journey.”
    Apollo said, “Almost?”
    “Well, I imagine some journeys start on a whim and end all the same.”
    “Hmph.”
    “You’re right, Apollo. Maybe it’s always. So our fine damsel in distress. . . Correct usage?”
    Apollo nodded.
    Rebecca shook her head—the insanity was growing, not diminishing. The glasses stood there, beckoning her, demanding to be consumed. She caved and started on the first.
    “I’d take that slow.”
    She finished a few gulps then set it down. “Why?”
    “It is very strong.”
    “You seem fine.”
    “I’ve been practicing.”
    She laughed. “What’s in it?”
    “I’ve forgotten.”
    “Huh?”
    “It’s a joke. The process. . . is—”
    Apollo provided, “Boring.”
    “Thank you, Apollo. Boring would be the best way to describe it.”
    “What do you do when you spend your last dollar on snacks and gas then end up getting a job while everyone around you