Midnight Pub

Like an audience apologizing for theatrics

~sleepwalker

~bartender: whatever you've got for poison, if you have such a thing.

The last I saw of it, it still hung in that particular corner of the workshop , with no mark from my master.

(When business was slow, he often would seek me out - regardless of my own workload - and insist I pause to receive whatever bit of 'constructive feedback' occurred to him in the moment.)