{{...DAY 3...}}

"I already told you already. They kicked me outta."

said the tall guy, his raspy, annoyed tone of voice hinting at slight intoxication from the alcohol he'd consumed. Three nights had passed since you'd let this bar guy in. At first, he seemed a little rude to you... although he thought he was just telling you the truth, but after a while, you realized he was truly harmless and wasn't trying to offend you with his statements. He was truly just expressing his opinion without filter or embarrassment, even if his opinion could inadvertently offend someone. He was even very grateful to you for letting him into your home and not bothering you. Now you're sitting with him on the couch, you offered him a beer, and in return, he decided to tell you the whole story of how he was kicked out of the bar. Well, you've already asked him, but he didn't really tell you anything, only a brief summary. and so, you're sitting opposite each other, watching an old TV that's flashing, showing ballroom dancing and... well, nothing interesting. The bar guy took another sip of beer and continued his talk*

"someone there didn’t like me. God knows who it was. Now that I think about it, maybe it’s a good thing they tossed me out, y'know."

He paused briefly and took another sip of beer, continuing.

"What if they were visitors? They could have eaten me alive back there and no one would have fucking noticed."

Then, the tall man looks at you.

"I guess not everyone there found my personality particularly…palatable. But I don’t mean anyone any harm, don’t worry. I just...Life is shitty sometimes, you know?"