Late one night,much later at night,than strangers should be met,I talked to a man. He sat at the end of the bar. Everyone else,3 or 4 seats away. He had an air about.The bar light above-burned out. I studied him for a while. His glasses-broken and repaired,many times over. His clothes- roadworn. Downcast.Gloomy.Dejected. A hanged…