I watched a regular at the bar tonight get stood up. Again. He tried to play it off, but the way his shoulders slumped… I know that feeling. The one that makes you want to crawl out of your own skin. So I closed out his tab and told him the next one was on me. He looked at me like I’d handed him a winning lottery ticket. Just for a little human decency. It’s fucking sad, isn’t it? That a simple act of not being a total cunt is so rare it feels like a miracle. Makes me wonder if we’re all just starved for it. For someone to just… see the ache and not look away. Even for a second.