Opening the door of an unknown pub, full of the people you used to drink with at The Ol’ Bird Site until it turned into a cesspool.

Some are friends, some feel like friends ’cause you’ve heard all their stories about their lives, but are often just aquaintances, or don’t know your name. Many you haven’t seen in years.

Anyway, you tip your hat here and there, sometimes geta tip of the hat back, or a ”hey buddy, cool to see you here too”. You sit down to mostly listen, older now, and sober-ish.