Rainbows and Butterflies - Chapter One

I’m no spectacular person.
I can be a bitch. I can be cynical. And if I dont like you, I sure as hell wont pretend to.
I havent lived an extraordinary life...and I don’t expect to make the history books.
But for some reason, people like to hear my story. And some days, in some ways, I like telling it.

For the past year, I have worked at a bar in Alabama called Harvey’s. It’s a small place off the beaten track, and is definitely nothing special. The tables wobble, the chairs are worn and it hasn’t been redecorated since it opened in 1982. But the people who come here aren’t looking for frills, they’re looking for somewhere to just sit and be. They want beer, they want pork rinds, and they want Stevie Nicks on the jukebox.
Nearly every night, we see the same tired faces.