Re: Cass & Burden: the Mean Eyed Cat
Hope, it was something that flowered and bloomed in arid sand and in rocky places that seemed inhospitable. It was something folks carried inside them, and it shone in the most unexpected places and at the most unexpected times. Burden reckoned it was beautiful, just how he reckoned all the folks here were beautiful. That wasn't to say they were perfect, or even that they were good folks, but they all had that ability to hope, to be better than they believed themselves to be, and that was real intoxicating.
"I reckon music would be itself without a name," he suggested with a warm smile as he wiped down the counter without real thought or rush. "No, I don't meant folks get lost in what came before. I mean folks walk around looking through their camera lenses, filming, recording, creating memories without experiencing things worth remembering. Sometimes, it's worth pocketing the electronic things and just living a spell." He tapped the side of his head. "Memories, they can live here too. Now, who goes and buys your eons? I ain't got eons to sell. I just got a couple of decades, and I reckon I'm keeping them all for myself."
He looked around the bar. "I always wonder who reckoned this would be a good idea for a bar. Every time I walk through the door and start up the music, I wonder who loved this man's music so much that they wanted to hear it all night long. Or is it a gimmick? Gimmicks sell, so could just be that." He wasn't sure and, at the end of the day, he reckoned it didn't matter a whole lot.
He winked at her, and he topped her off, not asking for any pay to do so.