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I laughed at how every dream story went.

I sat there in silence at a table in the corner of the bar. You could hear the heavy rain coming down from outside, the sound of strong wind batting against the walls and thunder rumbling above. A few others were huddled in the bar seeking shelter from the storm, a couple seemingly just wed, a priest, and a large man seven drinks deep. The large man turned and looked at me, his brow furrowed and he squinted with intensity, and then a smile washed over his face.

"Kaim?", the man exclaimed as he got up from his chair and began to hurriedly make his way towards me,"Why if it isn't my old frie- *hurgh*", he said before he rolled his ankle and died. His body laid there until the storm passed, I didn't recognize him and now will never know who he was. Shit was sad.

Kaim

One beautiful autumn afternoon I stopped to pee next to an old oak. I gazed about the area spotting, a family of quail, a squirrel feverishly storing nuts for the coming winter, and an old man. The old man watched me pee for a time, before he waddled over. He began to excitedly regail me with tales of a life well lived. He then stopped, and looked down. My pee had formed a rather large puddle at our feet. The man looked back up with a sparkle in his eye, and told me of the last thirty years of his life. How he had met a beautiful woman, gotten married, and settled down in the forest. He told me that his wife took ill, and no medicine would help. He shed a tear after telling me she died.

"Why are you telling me this?", I asked, pondering if I had met this man before in my long life.

"Cause that's her grave yer pissin' on you bastard!", he exclaimed as he brought a knife forward with his left hand. I caught it easily, without disturbing my stream of urine, and tossed the knife aside. The old man's eyes bulged and his right hand grasped his chest tightly before he collapsed into the puddle. A heart attack. Shit was sad.

Kaim