A degenerate. An exception. Still not having fun.

That I would return to the Raven knowing what I know says more about me than about the bar.

Me? I'm a degenerate in ceaseless pursuit of pussy. The Raven? Well ... It's just degenerated. Where not so long ago it was a sure thing, today it's a sure miss.

And yet here I was. This weeknight after work, the Raven realized my low expectations in every respect except one. I'll tell you more about the exception in a minute.