"Can you believe that shit? A woman! She left me for a woman!"

The bartender stood behind the bar as he dried a beer mug and watched as the man before him downed another tequila shot. The man’s dirty blonde hair was plastered to his sweaty forehead, his white button down shirt was wrinkled and dirty. The first few buttons were undone and his tie hung loosely off his neck. His face was wet with tears and his eyes were all red and puffy.

"I mean what the fuck? I’m successful, I was good in bed. I pleased her. I gave her everything she wanted. I mean shit, I even took her to the gallery where she met Bette fucking Porter!!"

The man slammed the empty shot glass down on the bar, signaling for another round. The bartender raised an eyebrow at him and reluctantly grabbed the glass as the man continued on his rant.

"I never did anything bad to Bette. I helped her find some of her clients for god sake and what does she fucking do? She steals my girl! What can a woman do that a man can’t anyway?"

The bartender shook his head as he placed another shot glass filled with tequila on the bar. The man blinked a few times to try and clear his double vision and dizziness as he grabbed the glass.

"If I would have known then what I know now, I would have never taken her to that damn gallery. She would have never met Bette and we would still be together"

Finally realizing that no one was paying attention to him, the man sighed, "My life is shit"

He spilled some tequila onto the bar as he brought the glass to his lips.

"So change it"

The man froze before he could pour the drink into his mouth but the bitter taste of tequila still managed to touch his lips. He put the glass down and turned around to face the direction the voice came from.

Sitting alone at the far left corner in the bar sat a homeless man, his body and face was slightly covered by shadows. He wore a dirty hat and kept his head down so nothing more could be seen but his grey beard. The man at the bar just looked at the homeless man in confusion.