It was past 10.00 am when I dragged my carcass out of bed. I stared at the bottle of Macallan sitting on the hotel dresser, and the events of last night crystallized in my mind. Holy shit, I thought, I have a business meeting and supper with the husband of the women I fucked last night in that bar. This could louse up all the effort I put in getting this deal for the last six months. I showered, shaved and went down for b...

New York on a rain-filled fall night is not a pleasant place to be. This was beyond rainy… it was torrential. In desperation to get to shelter, I dashed into a doorway of a bar across the street. The place was empty, with the exception of a solitary barman reading a book at the bar. I whipped the rain from my hair and face and sat on a barstool. “What’ll be your pleasure?” the barkeep asked as he came to face me. “What ki...