I am Sitting in the bar and the flies are out, although they are entertaining, drunk Karaoke hollering buzzards, they surround my personal solar system. I am snuggled in a booth in the back near the less used door, attempting inconspicuousness, though it's not dark enough here in my chosen cranny. I realise I must look young, possibly desperate, even lonely lounging here with what seems visibly the only glass of wine in the entire place, considering, too, that they had only 2 bottles of wine, one half empty and dusty the other unopened. I can only hope no one is looking for the lonely woman in the corner, of which I wish to stay.  And I am here for 4 more hours. I agreed to this?  I could be at home reading, like the nice, quiet, solitary bibliophile that I am.

A.M.P.