Certain Kinds of Men
[silent, stares into his glass]
“You want a sleeping pill?”
“No” he shook his head, and smiled.
“I have pills for everything—some make you taller…some make you forget.”
[snorts, quietly, and looks at his companion with a tiresome grin]
“Well, I’m going to try and get some sleep.”
“Good idea,” he responded, withdrawn, and looked deeper into his glass as the pill man retreated back into his induced slumber.