To the creative writer, there is something morbidly inspiring about morgues and barstools. Morgues because dead men tell no tales, as the saying goes, and the man looking for inspiration wants to tell tales. Barstools because, well, just barstools.
Carrier of man’s problems, pervasive and persuasive A place of peace in the midst of insanity and noise For a breather where none exists To wallow in life’s problems and listen to one’s own conscience To plan and pan, to feel alive To stare at the barman Or at the one woman who will serve …