I hadn’t worked at the bar for very long and that night was one of my busiest. The air was thin and customers were shoulder to shoulder but nobody seemed to mind. Somehow, the trio found free seats up at the bar. I was young and impressionable. In all honesty, I really only had two things on my mind.

Heaven is not too bad. The weather is always consistent, the food is excellent and the pillows are fluffy. However, the friend really misses his great former companion and would love to see him and have a chat. It is not encouraged and it takes years to get a pardon to go visit hell.

He reaches the back door of the restaurant. He takes a deep breath “Please God, please.” The door gives way easily and swings open. He exits and looks around in the splash of that single light bulb hanging above the door.