It is a bar, a restaurant, a grocery store, and a poolroom, all under one roof. The lighting is dim. The dark wooden booths are empty, except for the one where we are sitting. On the floor next to the juke box there is a metal bucket which looks like it’s meant for catching drips. Behind the bar there is a long horizontal mirror but it’s hard to look in it because it’s recessed and because of all the lined-up liquor bottles. There is a transparent sphere Budweiser clock which hangs at the end of a gold chain from the ceiling above the bar. The clock rotates with little pops of light; it is the eye in the sky. The eye in the sky sees everything, but this is not the sky. If the sky has an eye, then whose eye is it, is it God’s? My father and I made many God’s Eyes. Ojo de Dios. It’s not good for me to think this way; maybe I need my medicine. “This place is great,” says Luke. “There’s no tellin’ what you’ll find when you go on the road.” I don’t know why we need to loiter here, but Luke says he is very hungry and he also says we need to take the time to enjoy being on the road.
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