Dory

I've walked the streets or at least I've walked.

The girl, the woman, all yelling from the end of the bar. Her gaze lost in the gay noise. There's Mike serving drinks with glasses that trick or treat. There's a friendly crowd waiting for the stranger, waiting for me. There´s me.

Where am I? What is this place? ... I like your cardigan.

Now I'm here. At the end of the night I´ll ask: Can I please get a glass of water? Is there a taxi stop near by?