Shitty Bar Life Sketch Thinger

It was one of those nights. It was the kind of night where the bartender is heavy handed, but the body mysteriously becomes immune to alcohol. It was the sort of night when everyone around and everyone but you is having the time of their lives. The kind of night where a thousand eternities pass between each ker-chunk of the uncaring minute hand on the clock above the tap. For me, every night was becoming one of those nights...