I just cant take it anymore, Phoenix Upman murmured

into his half-empty pint glass. He ran his short, plump

fingers through what little hair was left on his head as his
cigarette burned out in the ashtray beside him.
Bad day? the bartender asked nonchalantly as he
leaned over the bar, perusing the sports section. He didnt
seem particularly interested, but pretended to be for his
customers sake.