The Disaronno heart.

Dan walked in the bar, took off his coat and sat on a stool.
He looked at the parade of bottles lined up behind the bartender.
He knew what he wanted to drink but as he was alone, a quick look at the parade seemed tempting.

So he gave it a try in case he changed his mind and wanted to try something different. Something just as strong. Something suitable for pain relief. Coz Dan, you see, carried a lot of scars. Just like Richard.

The bartender approached.
Dan  took another toke and exhaled the smoke from his nostrils. A buffalo on fire. Fuming with anger. Hurt to the bone. Disgusted with the connection between existence and existence.

"Jameson on the rocks", he said.

"Little lies" by Fleetwood Mac was playing on the background.