Wednesday night, 10:33. At a bar in Oakland. “Stairway To Heaven” is playing. John Bonham rules. Undeniably. I want to rule undeniably. Drinking an Old Fashioned. There are many taxidermied pheasants on the walls. It feels rainy for some reason, but it isn’t. Something about the reflection of the car headlights in the window. The kitchen is closed, so I got a bag of Salt & Vinegar chips. The bouncer sitting at the door checked our IDs when we came in. Why? Not because we might be under 21. Curious why they do that. I may be the only person here without a tattoo. Today is the first day of Spring.