The Ides of March had spent its madness and the equinox produced its climactic. At dusk on the eve of the new Satanic Age, I immersed my razor in the waters of Zamzam and embarked upon a new role.
A factor not to be overlooked is that most people who frequent cocktail lounges are trying to abate an inner pain. Many are alcoholics who are on the lam from life's commitments.