And you know what the worst thing was?The worst thing was that nobody ever believed how hard we tried.
It drains the bars and cafes after hours, concentrates the wicked and the guilty along its chipped Formica counter, and thrums with the gossip of criminals, policemen, shtarkers,and schlemiels, whores...
To the poor memories of drunks,' she said. 'To all the lovely nights forever lost.