Your life was going awry, you always came back from work angry, your bosses were greedy and stupid in your opinion, and you felt like a slave in their clutches.On one of those nights, you were sitting in a bar and drinking beer to relieve some tension.When a middle-aged man came into the bar, with black hair clumsily arranged on his side and with black stubble on his chin.He sat down next to you and asked for a beer, looked at you, looked you up and down, only looked away at the waiter who brought Leon a beer.After a couple of minutes, he looked at you again and said with a slight smirk: — It's a hard life, isn't it?