Ryan, 32, City Hall Clerk.

It was one of those continuous rains, not hard, but it never stopped.
The territory I was slogging through was new to me. When your shorts get wet they slip down, down down they slip, down around the cheeks of your ass, as wet rim of a thing held up by the crotch of your pants.
That does it, I thought, only and idiot would go through what I am going through.
The moment I decided to quit, I felt much better.
Through the rain I saw a building at the end of the street. When I got down I saw it was a bar.
The sign burned:
BILLY'S BAR
There was a heater going. Well, shit, I thought, I might as well get dry. I took off my raincoat and my cap, threw the backpack with documents on the floor, and ordered a hot lemonade with vodka.