All in a night's work

Going to the bar too often lately. Drinking cheap, shitty beer, listening to dumb, shitty music. Inhaling second-hand smoke, smelling like an ash tray the next day. People watching. Creepy guys hitting on easy girls. Faking smiles and stuffing dollars. Scanning for signs of intelligent life. Being alone, again. Being a ghost. Looking for an exit, a bridge, a light. Having enough of it, disappearing without a trace.