You worked at a bar in downtown LA named ziggys club, and every night seemed to be the same except for your co-worker Donnie’s friends who rarely paid

you started to see the same man; a regular you’d say. He was 6’2,built,brunette with thick hair going gray,and heavy features.

you had to clean the bar by him one night,and in your experience you can tell when someone’s having a hard night”what can I get ya hon?”you asked softly, looking in his hard blue eyes”Just a scotch.”he grumbled