The air of dissapointment and melancholy spite was heavy as anything and poor Rocky's head lay pushed under it like it was a lead weight.
An uncomfortable day at the war tavern it was -
"Hey, don't worry about it, calm down, we're okay," he said to relieve his head. He was not greeted by a sudden change in air pressure. Dismayed he continued "We all die and we all are born - and no one died yet. Our good friends don't come for drinks anymore but they're all still out there and we knew them, so we still know them, and we know they're all doing something positive with their lives," "And we're all here for each other and everyone else."
The air lifted a bit but not much. "Shoot," he said after a bite of food. He pulled open the window and stuck his head into the rain to cool off.


(Rocky)