Regrets, like the neon, radiated through the pellucid glass blocks, illuminating the haunted sidewalk and streets. The Crystal Corner firmly stood watch over the intersection. Ghosts came and went, not bothering with the door. They mixed with the living. It was the kind of establishment where you never really knew with whom you were drinking.
This was his online profile (single, 41, male):
As winter comes back on, I get excited. At least I used to. And then I got old. So now to make myself feel better. I hide out all @ a dirty bicyle shops all night. And get high, if not drunk; both. Also, I like a bit of cheese.
Who I'd like to meet:
A nice lady. Lady. A clean, woman well past the age of twenty nine. One whom has the full mouth taste of craze, and found her way back.