Glancing at my watch convinced me that I would be wise to set a midnight curfew. With this in mind, I ordered an eleven fifteen drink and headed for the john for a piss. Two more drinks, another piss at the bar, and then a piss right before bed seemed to be my outlook. Only a mangy queen who followed me into the john seemed to threaten an otherwise bad night and turn it into a rotten experience.
"Forget it," I cautioned him kindly. "Flake off fart-face!" I said a little later as the old fart persisted.