The thing I can’t figure out, is what that dude has on his sleeves? He’s drinking. He’s smoking. He’s in poor spirits. The barkeep is thinking, man this guy is drinking away the sorrow, and I can appreciate that, but if his head starts to hang any lower I’m going to have to cut him off. Hope he’s not driving. Then, he stares at those sleeves trying to figure out what the symbols mean, until someone calls him for a refill.
Oh, and I can’t forget to mention the dude is belly up to the spacebar on a keyboard, which is absolutely brilliant! Big fat compliments to Tomas de Santis.