so, tonight i was at molly’s bar again. same old routine, but somehow it never gets old. molly herself was behind the counter, mixing up some new cocktail she’s been working on. i could see the sparkle in her eyes as she poured the drinks—she’s one of the few people i know who still has that kind of passion. 

anyway, had a chat with a new guy, tommy, who just moved to town. he’s a writer, of all things. we swapped stories, his about characters and plots, mine about real people and their messy lives. funny how fiction and reality blur sometimes. 

cheers to unexpected conversations and the comfort of old haunts. 🥃