A friend is debating reality and perception with the bouncer outside. My brother and his girlfriend are stood at the bar, waiting to order the drinks that will likely put the final nail in the coffin of their comfortable, co-habiting slumber. Other people are mere feet away, brimming with possibilities and hopes and unfulfilled fantasies about where their paths could take them tonight.
And here I am, blogging from the urinal. Make of that what you will.