The rain coats the awning of the Irish Pub.

New York City cabs rush by, their headlights cast unfocused light beams upon the drenched pavement streets.

A man walks in and removes his hat

"Hey...

Remember me? "


Glen, the bartender, raises his head from cleaning the glassware.

"Holy shit, are you serious? what the fuck are you doing in here?"

Glen says, almost in shock.

The low lighting in the bar keeps the greeting impersonal, they stare in each others eyes but something seems off...

Glen ignores it, they were friends from back in the day. This was his good friend from the old neighborhoods in Ireland, this needed to be celebrated at this very moment!

Just then the other bartender came up from downstairs, carrying a case of beer.

"Hey Gary, remember this guy" Glen shouts.

"Nope... dont remember him" Gary replies in his quick Irish/New York accent.

"HAHAHAHA!"

Gary quickly runs over

"Of course I remember this motherfucker, this old guy"

"You still drinking?" asks Glen

"Nope" as he says this he takes his left hand and removes his jacket to reveal his missing right arm.

The bartenders shudder

"I'm so sorry friend, How?"

"Diabetes. still on some meds, thats why I can't drink"