I used to tend bar. Back in Chicago. I wasn’t the greatest at mixing drinks. But I was always a good listener. For some reason, I was given an extra dose of empathy.
This is a drinking sing, pure and simple. Drinking alone in a bar. Drinking over some deep internal hurt.
I was in a bar once and some guy kept playing The Beatles’ NOWHERE MAN on the juke. Over and over and over and over. It was late afternoon. The bar was empty. Just the guy and the barkeep. The guy was getting himself drunk. It was sad, lowdown and lonely.
And…oh…that guy was me.