Barfly on the Wall

Barfly on the Wall An Exercise in Observation An hour early, I sit alone amid empty tables, flesh beneath ink, and watch. Bobs and curls, beards and tattoos, the small crowd is varied. Three men, three women—even odds in the battle of the sexes, if you don’t count the bartender. One patron, ginger-haired and bearded, […]

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