It was one of the few days I had went to the bar to drink before noon. Ah, the hell with it I thought. I'm a single mom and they're both in school. I eyed an older fellow taking shots of whiskey; while a tuna sandwich sat next to him, untouched. I smiled; he looked away. I thought to myself, I can't even pick up an alcoholic man! What the hell is wrong with me? So I ordered another drink and slammed it down. Wondering how I was going to pay my rent, where could I find another job? A downward spiral elliptical in motion; never ending depression. But the older man got up put his drink down. Walked over and sat down beside me. Told the bartender, 2 more of what she's having. He started to talk; About how he was a writer, Explaining to me the ins and outs of American employment and how to avoid the army. Said he was a hard drinking, misogynistic bully. I didn't much take to his conversation at this point; I looked away. He told me I had a great pair of legs as his hand slid up to my knee. I stopped him there. "You're a dirty old man!" He took a hit of his cigarette and asked me what I did for a living. "I'm an actor, well I want to be one any way." He looked at me and told me I'd never make it. Got up and walked away. I yelled "What's your name?" He said, "I like bad liquor and bad women, you can call me Buk"