by Jaime Margary
Bert enters BBQ Bar alone, grabs a PBR and proceeds to sit by the balcony. The cheap, hipster-favored beer is downed almost as fast as his clothes soak up the smell of cigarettes permeating throughout the place. He gets up for another but someone recognizes him and then asks about Ernie. Bert answers "Ahh... well, we don't talk anymore." He never gets that next beer, his desire to drink spoiled by the unshakable memories dug up during his one brief conversation of the night. Before leaving, he decides to go into the photo booth for a new profile shot, but can't hide his foul mood from the camera. He keeps the photo, but hides it away, in a futile attempt to hide that old scar.