Of which many lead to few. Remiss of shanty men with wayward women. A tripe on a plate with hungry dogs pacing the evening table. Lights flicker against the woodchip wall. The desperate cries of sullen souls dipping shortly toward the end of the bar. Drapes velvet and red cling to the unwashed windows with dust mites for company. The look and sides are all that counts when everything adds to an uneven three.