This story was published as a part of the Only fools die of heartbreak collection by Equus Press. “See that bar over there?” said Kirby. “We live in the apartment block right above, on the sixth floor. That’s our new place. Can you believe it? I told you it was cool. A bar and a park right out the front door. The bar’s a Russian mafia hangout, but it’s cool. Topless girls will serve you beer all night. It’s a place made for drunks like you and me.” “Sweet, Kirby, sweet.” “Glad to see you, buddy! AH, SHIT!” he said, leaning back on the bench. He jerked forward and slapped me on the knee. “Beautiful red shorts, man, really nice