“Coffee,” Wilbur said.
Newt poured a coffee. “What’s new?”
“Same ole same ole,” Wilbur said. “What about you?”
“Just saw in the news six people were shot up in some bar in LA or New York or Detroit or it might have been Chicago,” Newt said.
“Any survivors?” Wilbur said.
“Nah,” Newt said. “They said the shooters were aiming to shoot only two guys; terrible, four innocent bystanders.”
“When did it happen?” Wilbur said.
“Midnight,” Newt said.
“Innocent bystanders?” Wilbur said.
“Yeah,” Newt said, “just customers, the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“They were in the wrong bar at the wrong time? Nobody’s innocent being in a bar at midnight,” Wilbur said. “Ya can’t be thirsty at that time ‘cause ya already have had a couple of hours of drinkin’ behind ya. The only thing left is lookin’ for loose women or trouble. By midnight you’re so buzzed you’re susceptible to any sort of human degradation that walks into the place or enters your pickled brain. Never seen a guy come into a place at midnight and say I’m lookin’ to do some good. Anybody know some clean jokes? Hey, what’s your favorite Bible verse. What usually happens is some guy thinks, I think I’m gonna flirt with the babe sitting next to the biker dude. What is this a gay bar? Everybody looks queer. Or sometimes a guy just might say to the guy next to him that he looks like the guy he chased out of a bar last week—a real jerk. Are you that jerk? You sure remind me of him. He may say he’s lookin’ for a good time but he’s not lookin’ for good. Good walked by the place hours ago and didn’t even look in.”
“You tellin’ me everybody who’s out at midnight ‘s guilty of something?” Newt said.
“Sooner or later,” Wilbur said. “Anybody going out that time of night is likely gonna find trouble. They always say nothing good happens after bedtime. Nobody’s innocent that time of night.”
“What’s bedtime?” Newt said.
“At least two hours before those guys got shot,” Wilbur said.