When I sat on the stool, I felt like I was in another time, another place. The dirty glass was replaced by a clean one, the shot of cheap whisky, became something smoother. The dim lights, the down cast faces.....everything changed, in my mind. And as I swished the drink in the small dirty glass around, I couldn't help but remember when things were better, when this place, and the people in it looked good. But time never settles, it's always changing....always finding ways to lose the old, and find the new. Sitting in the bar, as I had done, with soo many friends, over soo many years, I wondered when time would pass me by. It wasn't until after I'd paid for my drink, and stepped back outside that I realized......the time was already gone.