"People come here to escape," Arthur said. "But the 'bar fly'—the one who stays long enough to see the sun come up and go down—realizes that this place isn't a hole to hide in. It’s a waiting room. You’re waiting for your head to clear so you can go back out there and be a person again."
Leo sighed, his shoulders dropping two inches. He confessed he’d just been passed over for a promotion and was ready to quit, burn bridges, and move across the country. He wanted to disappear into the neon lights. bar fly
But to those who lived in the neighborhood, Arthur was the pub’s unofficial librarian of human experience. "People come here to escape," Arthur said
He pushed his bowl of pretzels toward Leo. "Eat something. Have some water. Then go home and sleep. If you still want to quit tomorrow when you're sober and the sun is out, do it then. But don't let a bad Tuesday ruin a good Wednesday." You’re waiting for your head to clear so