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By Sadie Cracker, Coma News Daily Columnist

Recently, the publisher at Coma News Daily asked me to write about something other than “a sad bar where no one goes anymore.”

So I walked around town. I went  through the Blair Witch walking park where you can’t go anywhere that isn’t either scary or Starbucks.

And I kept walking. And walking.

Until I ended here, back at Bear’s Biker Bar.

My dad, Stan, is talking with Bear, who is 32 and a former skate rat. I don’t know how they became friends but there they are.

“What would you differently if you had life to do over?” Dad said.

“You know, I probably would’ve loved more,” Bear said.

“No. You wouldn’t. You would have failed again,” Dad said.

My father doesn’t know much anymore. He forgets his name is Stan. He forgets his pants.

“You know who would’ve done something differently? Sadie.” My dad points to me.

It’s that point where I spit beer down my front because that idea is comical.

How could it be different–without the human beings I brought into the world and the love I felt for a man? That happiness and pain.

Charlie Chaplin, a guy known for not talking, once said, “A man cannot go back. He thinks he can, but other things have happened to his life. He had new ideas, new friends, new attachments. He doesn’t belong to his past except that the past has, perhaps, made marks on him.”

Then Judge Alan Pezzati and Dr. Jimmy walk in. They’ve just gotten off of coaching the boys on how to run bases. And of course they flank me–I’m the only woman in this bar.

“Sadie needs a guy to love her,” Dad yells.

Bear laughs. I give him the one-finger salutation.

“Oh yeah, let’s hear all about Sadie,” Pezzati said.

Not Jimmy. He’s making the cut-her-off symbol.

“It’s supposed to be happy hour. You don’t want Sadie’s story,” he said.

I look at Jimmy and wonder if Micheal would’ve remembered how to love if we’d made it to our 40s and been together. If he hadn’t died on me and left me alone to figure this out by myself.

And I realize that I wouldn’t do this life any differently. I would make the same choices and embrace every single one.

Bear yells from the far end of the bar, “Sadie’s too good for all y’all. She’s love.”

I laugh and am saved by Charlie the Coma librarian walking in with his guitar. He’s been reading some bad YA lit book at the library’s “Cool Kids Books for Adult Kids” session

“Let’s play Eva Cassidy’s ‘True Colors,'” I said.

Charlie winks and starts tuning his guitar.

“I’d like to introduce Sadie Cracker on bass, who would’ve loved bass no matter where her life took her,”  Charlie said. “And who is so old now she can only play three to four songs from memory, folks.”

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The following is blog by a Coma resident excerpted as a community service by Coma New Daily.

30 Dates for Science
By Dr. Jimmy, Coma Physician and former raver

This is a modern scientific dating experiment. One medical doctor. Thirty dates. Thirty scientific hypotheses.

First Date: Veggies, Check

BACKGROUND:
This “date” was a real world examination of the validity of the FDA’s conclusion that less than 10 percent of U.S. adults eat the recommended daily amount of vegetables. And if true, can it be corrected?

I selected this as the first of the series of experiments because it seemed like a simple scientific challenge. I mean, what strapping young lass (SYL) doesn’t love salad or a plain head of lettuce?

METHODS:
I arranged to meet up with SYL during happy hour at Coma’s premier single’s bar/family Chinese restaurant.

Me: Do you want to take these drinks over to the dining room and grab some dinner?

SYL: I don’t really do dinner.

Me: Oh well, would you join me while I eat a wholesome, delicious salad full of locally scavenged ingredients?

SYL: Uh, no?

Me: Then how about we just grab a veggie platter appetizer right here at the bar?

SYL: What are you even talking about? Please stop. Please stop right now.

Some of her “lifelong buds” (LLBs) stopped by the bar to drink a trough of wine and we all started chatting: them about music, movies, and ways you can inhale white wine; me about vegetables. How great are they? How many do you eat per day? Raw or cooked?

When SYL steps out for a moment, I turn to her friends:

Me: (intoxicated) Does she like vegetables?

LLB1: She loves vegetables.

The rest of the night was a blur. After I gave up on getting SYL to switch to Bloody Marys, I focused on ensuring her Martinis had extra, extra, extra olives.

RESULTS:
So, did this medical scientist succeed in getting SYL to the full three cups of FDA recommended daily servings of vegetables? I have no idea because the scientific rigors of my double blind study were thoroughly blinded by Chinese liquors. Despite that, I like to think I helped this young woman achieve at least one day of adequate vegetable intake.

CONCLUSION:
Totes tomatoes.

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