DRUNKEN DESIRES AND DEFEATED HOPES

The neon signs glowed, casting long shadows on the faces huddled inside. Each one a story etched in whiskey, each sip a chug towards oblivion. Some came for the convivial atmosphere, others to bury the harsh realities of their lives. The music, a drowning soundtrack, did little to mask the loneliness that hung in the air like cigarette smoke. Out