The
Sunday evening after seeing All About My
Mother, I barhopped downtown and had a very rewarding evening...
Usually
downtown isn’t a rewarding place to barhop, but it was a slow evening and so I
talked a lot with bartenders and ended up really enjoying myself – and even not
reading all that much of the Balzac novel that I had brought with me!
At the first stop, this chatty (young) (white) dude at the bar in an expensive Italian restaurant was saying
how bad heroin was getting in the city, and how back when he had worked at a
theme franchise restaurant he had gone into the locker room and found a
coworker on the floor with her sleeve rolled up and a needle sticking out of her arm.
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