“All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die.” says a man sitting next to me, out of no where.

It's apropos of nothing. He says his name is William, but I'm sure he's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy.

And he's plain ugly to me! And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life.

We’re drinking beer at noon on Tuesday in a bar that faces a giant car wash. The good people of the world are washing their cars on their lunch break—hosing and scrubbing as best they can in skirts in suits.