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Charlie way

Submitted: January 30, 2015

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Charlie bought this 3D glasses, he saw world differently. Climbed on a wall to the laundry rope to reach his apartment. This place was a nice single bedroom apartment on East Side. The man who lived there before, left it in a complete disaster. He was a good three hundred pounds heavy. Charlie paid 650$ per month, and had to pay one month deposit. The window was so well positioned that he could go out right on a wall which divided garden. In this case he was the happiest cat on earth. A day he spent on sleeping, when was the time he woke up and went to the city. Maybe it is difficult to say but he took subway instead of walking the distance. Food was more important for him than anything else. Fish and chips and a beer. His favorite tavern had a small window in a kitchen that was left open for the night. He used it often to reach a fridge. It had all its products, ham, salads, milk and it was his heaven. Now he wonders, how would it be to own this place but it was more dependent on its landlord. This place had a big lounge where you could sit, have a drink and watch a football game. Smoking was permitted in the backyard. The crowd loved this place. And the prices were affordable for everybody, dollar for a drink and three bucks for fries, 5 dollars for a meal. Then he saw ownerand said "Three guys were looking for you", Jack who ran this place kicked out a cat. I own this place, I am the third generation and nobody will tell me what to do in this place. but it was true, One was looking for him, and it was much better for him to talk then smushing him out. "I will tell you one thing, leave my cat alone!" and he hang up the phone. Then went to street and took a cab to the fourteen street. What if every place is run like this. I can't imagine all doors closed. Exactly at ten o'clock in the morning all doors in Manhattan are locked. Then they open it from the outside. So respect should be given to all the customers. My key is on my neck. I open it with heart. A place like a massage to your body and mind. With a comfortable sofa for a sleeping reason. Live music in a background, this is what Charlie loves, and nobody disturbing. It would be the funniest thing if a milk was served at the bar. With a little bit of hot water. All those glasses I have to pick up right now, Then clean those tables. It is not bad, if a place had a capacity of five hundreds it would be a problem. But then there would be draft for cats.


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