Last week I was in between a few drinks at a local watering hole. The usual. A few sips here and there. Mostly Jack and Cokes. I tend to keep it simple. I was minding my own, just peeling the labels off of my partners empty Coors'. The place was light on traffic, just a few booze hounds intermixed with strumpets and a twenty year old derelict who had nowhere to go but downhill. He decided that here would be the place to start. And he was right. My head laid low as I kept peeling. "This is a Man's World" was piped out gently, smoothly and it eased my frustration, enough to let me look up as I heard the back door creak open. A large beam of sunlight shot like a cannon ball into our morgue and the vampires turned away as if the earths gift was nothing but a nuisance. I didn't mind it. I actually liked it. The sun cut through the room and illuminated it enough to make me realize that there was a world outside of this one, where day and night didn't blend into one another like tangled ivy. I didn't have too much in life but my world got a little brighter the day I met Dale Sullivan.