As I enter the bar all eyes focus on me, the man that has to duck to get through the doorway. I ignore the judgmental glares of the patrons, and quietly make my way to the bar. Finding a group of three open stools I decide to sit upon the middle one. With a weary gaze a look at the bartender, an wait for a response, all the while keeping an eye on both the exit, and the patrons around me.