Do you ever think? Just put yourself in my shoes, Robert Paul said. I’m the one under pressure here. It ain’t easy.

Always bitchin. You’re always complaining about how hard life is. Your life, Johnny said. If it’s not one thing, it’s another.

But I’m the one on the bottom. I’m trying to get to the top, but it’s like climbing through molasses.

Robert Paul. Stop right there, he swiveled on his barstool. Who’s fault is it? The man’s keeping you down? Society won’t accept your kind? You think you’re any different than anyone else? We’re all in the shit, Robert Paul. All of us are trying to make a buck, Johnny motioned to the bartender.  Told him to pour another round.

All I’m saying is it’s tough out there. I’ve moved from place to place, and I always end up back here in Dallas. Drinking in bars on Henry Hines boulevard.

You’ll  never settle, Robert Paul. Never. And, you’ll complain wherever you go. Whether that’s here or someplace else.

Guess so.

Guess so? I know so. I’ve known you all my life. You ain’t gonna change, sir. No, you won’t. Johnny told him. Me? I’m just waiting on the apocalypse.