There was something about the dark, empty parking lot that felt like the end of the world. The last time they had been at Six Pines, there had been hundreds of cars— glowing lights, gamblers, and noise. Now it sat silent, like the foot of a mountain on a...

Illustration by Eyugho Generally, dive bars were not known for being bastions of cleanliness. Men’s bathrooms were exponentially worse. The men’s bathroom in a dive bar was an unholy duet of the most revolting environment Demos could think of. Yet, somehow, he was spending time in one....