\"Daffy, Donald or Dahmer?\"\n\nI parked in the lot and went in. \n\nDarkness was plentiful. \n\nA few played video poker, a few stared at telly screens.\n\nI sat at the bar and fed 60 into a machine. \n\nBartender waddles over. Takes my drink order, webfeets away.\n\nCaught him staring at me while assembling my drink.\n\nI think he wants to dismember me.\n\nPut me into plastic bags and scatter them around the desert.\n\nHe quacks his way back, places my Scotch before me.\n\nStares again and duckwalks to other patrons.\n\nI'm down to 20 bucks and gulped my Scotch.\n\nNow he's whispering at two and they're ALL looking at me.\n\nI begin to wonder if this might be my last hurrah.\n\nI ordered another Scotch and ignored his stare.\n\nNow my money is gone and so am I.\n\nI drained my glass and left.\n\nBut not before looking over my shoulder.\n\nTwice.