lore into late night

I sat down at the bar and for some time there were many things to look at. Then I saw something. In front of me, in the corner, stepping into focus. I thought about whatever it was, and abruptly, a hand covered it--a glass, the thing was a glass. A glass, it was still and solid, but the water shuttered within. "There any reason you looking at my drink?" And I saw the face of an old man, dusky hair, ponytail, sinking smiles and sunglasses. "I don't mind--but--I feel like that's a little queer." Reeling his jaw, queer came through a stretched mouth with slight intonations to the left.
I explained. "I had my eye on the counter, and then my eye wandered. It saw something glitter over there, and--"
"Say no more." He cut out a cigarette from his waist, then with a light, he spoke, "With every action there is a reaction." A choke came gurgling up within him--from without, his neck twitched, "And fool me once, there isn't gonna be a second time" He let loose that choke and spit on a hot loogie on the floor.
Bartender said "You gonna clean that up mister?"
That man's head swayed and it was a standoff, and his sunglasses were off in a quick grab at the face--"I was testing this man's character--" Pausing, he turned around and said with the deepest of thought, "I am testing your character" His eyes into me, I felt a loud murmer of some terrible force awakening to his gaze--He turned back to the bartender, "And you tell me to clean up?"
Bartender said "I'm trying to run an establishment!"
Pounding his fist on the table, tremedously forceful, that man let a bellow from his gullet, "I am testing this boy for his own guts and you want to run an establishment?" And there, he tossed his arm aside and kicked over a stool--
I lamented ever being involved, I lamented my whole existence!
Then the bartender pulled a shotgun, cocked the thing, pointed it, and said "I am trying to run an establishment!"
Angry, that man yanked out two full barrel magnum shooters and pointed them one at me and one at the bartender, both our heads. "For the Love of God!" He stamped his feet, "For the Love of all that is Holy!" He snorted his nostrils, "I forgive you both until the judgment day!"
From that moment forward a thousand things might've happened--his full loaded pistol could've gone off--but after that man was done and left, I saw I was leaning less to the side, and when I went home in my car, I saw a sign post on the edge of the road that said TURN LEFT so I did, and when I did, that man was there waiting for me:
"You think you'd get away with it that easy?"
"I didn't mean to harm you am I still alive?"
"I shot the guns didn't I?"
"I just don't want to die, I have so much to live!"
"But I shot the guns didn't I?"
Was it me or him? The air was growing menacing!
"You shot the guns I saw you shoot them!"
"Did you see your brains all over the floor?"
"Am I dead sir?" I asked politely!
There were crows in the air, above, invisible, calling, CAW CAW!
"Are you dead?"
"Wha--"
"Did you see your brains all over the floor?"
"Wha--"
"Did you see your brains all over the floor?"
"Wha--"
"Did you see your brains all over the floor?"
In the dark he forced me into the crevasses of my purloined mindset. Smatters, hideous smatters of all manner of smatter covered my eyeglass, and blood dripped from the smatters. It was drifting all around my peripheral, this image of my mind gone through me to the floor, death, forever, but I couldn't focus in on it--it slipped away and again and again--
He said, muscles rippling up to his neck, long gray ponytail whipping hard in the wind,
"Did you see your brains all over the floor?"
"No!"
I cried, suddenly, in the instant, and for whatever it was, I was still there facing the man, but that was for all eternity to comprehend, and I was only a stupid lowly peasant and I couldn't possibly make sense of any of the endlessly complicated nonsense attached to it all.
When I allowed that thought, that was when my stomach felt full, and without that, I might still be looking all over for that special something something that might soothe my appetite. I was grateful, far grateful, and I rolled over, exhausted, and took the peace home with me. That man bowed his head--we found the shade of night pleasing, and so we laid out the carpet on the dusty ground, and he curled his breathing body next to me, and there we slept naked in the moonlight.