Well I went back there tonight and I kept thinking about this post the entire time I was there. It’s only been six months since I left there and already it no longer feels like home. I recognize some of the faces but much of the crowd has changed. Some people say, “May I am at _______ every night”. There were three separate periods where I literally spent an entire month at my bar. And I only worked three nights a week but I was at the bar either working or drinking every night for a month. I knew all the regulars and was friends with everyone. I got free drinks as part of my pay and when I was short on drink chips I had regulars looking to buy me drinks. Tonight, I was merely another face in the crowd. I was happy that I was out of the loop and didn’t have people looking at me when it got a bit busy, hoping for me to jump behind the bar and serve them a Bacardi and Coke but part of my heart died tonight because that bar was my home and now that home might as well have been blown away by a tornado. My liver and wallet are probably happy about it but my heart still weeps a bit. A chapter in my life is closed and I can go there whenever I want and I plan on continuing to bring people there and having a good time because it is still a nice bar but the days of waltzing in alone and having a great time because I’m Don of the fucking block are over and that makes me a bit sad. Once I figure out how to deal with it, I’ll give you a heads up.