DRUNKEN DESIRES AND DEFEATED HOPES

The neon signs blazed, casting long shadows on the faces huddled inside. Each one a story etched in whiskey, each sip a toss towards oblivion. Some came for the temporary solace, others to bury the harsh realities of prison their lives. The music, a drowning soundtrack, did little to mask the loneliness that hung in the air like cigarette smoke. O