Stopped in here to use the washroom last week, an empty dive bar in the afternoon. There was a time when I used to hang out in places like this more than I’d like to admit: I was an on-and-off drunk for a few years. Basically a mix of bad luck and bad choices. It happens—and sadly, as men, we often avoid getting help when we need it. Probably we’re taught to just “deal with it”, etc.
I do still have a soft spot for dive bars—the cool, dark space, the sense of solace—but I don’t hang out in them much any more. -JRS