“Who thinks they should have died in someone else’s place?” shout.
There will be a show of hands. Six or seven at least.
“Who says the words ‘It should’ve been you’ in the mirror every single morning?”
Another show of hands. Four or five.
“Who’s here solely to drench in liquor the part of the brain that remembers the year 1986?”
Only a couple hands.
“1987?”
Lotta hands.
“Who here feels like every single day he walks on this earth is an affront to nature? That the only way to pay for a misfortune that happened to someone you loved is to inflict it upon yourself?”
Two hands. Yours and the redhead’s.
“Who’s all done? Who’s had enough of trying to believe what everyone insists, that it wasn’t your fault? Right now. Tonight. You can feel it in your bones. Who’s all done?”
One hand. Yours.
“Just me! I won!”
Big cheers for you. A few slaps on the back. A kiss on the cheek from the redhead.
You did it. You won.
Happy Play The Bar Game “Just Me” Day!
