Where there’s plenty of bad news, which the lost girl at the Honky Tonk piano wails about, tearing your heart out, as she sings her tales of a cold and heartless world, amidst the drunken toasts, smary jokes, cigarette smoke, asking what can you do when no one follows the Golden rule?  Or where can you go when you’re down and there’s no way out?  Or when will true love conquer all?  Is there any love in the world at all?

You sit, drink, try try not to think.  But the lost girl is like the shadow you though you erased when you slipped into this dark place, crying out to your soul everything you needed to escape and don’t want to know.

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