Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
"Oh god yeah." Brent leaned further up on the bar stool. The chair teetered considerably now, nearly toppling him into Raven's lap. He stopped himself falling only at the last moment. God looked after children and fools, they said, and Brent appeared to be living proof.
"You would not believe how many people come in after shoving things up their asses," he said. "I take them to get X-rays and stuff, and sometimes the techs let me see the pictures. Toy cars, remote controllers, Tinkertoys, Nylabones, a traffic cone, one time? Not that we needed an X-ray for that, I mean, it was just... right there. I guess he didn't want to take it out before he came to the hospital? I think he was kind of proud of it, honestly, which, I mean, whatever. It was impressive, I guess."