The stench of cigarette smoke hits him sharply as he opens the heavy, graffitied door of the pub. The tattoed, unwashed doorman doesn't bother asking for his ID. He walks briskly past the restaurant tables and bar, saying hello to a few people, then muscling his way through the thick door to the basement. He could feel the vibrations of the music. As he opened the door to the stage, the thunderous chords of Communication Breakdown jars his senses. He grins briefly. The only escape from his catastrophic day is his friend's cover band rehearsing,; bravely taking on Led Zepplin.
*Bloggers note* - This is my entry for http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ 's weekly 100 word challenge. I write 100 words around a 1 word prompt. This week's word is JARS. For those who may be wondering. There's a story happening here. Starting this week I will put the 100 word challenge posts together at http://www.writingonsteroids.blogspot.com/ to start a short fictional story.
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