DISCLAIMER: This story is not about smoking, drugs, or alcohol. There are less destructive ways of addiction. Some say they're addicted to sex, and in a way this story comes close to that.

I'd given myself two months to get settled in this new town, to find a job, and a nice place to stay. And hopefully make some friends, not even thinking of a lover perhaps. After two weeks living in a cheap motel however I have to confess these things are not as easy as it sounds.

Two weeks in, another day of job hunting, three interviews, and five doors slammed in my face, I'm not any further than the day I started. I need some food and to relax a bit. That's not going to happen in a motel room with a broken TV, so I'm trying out a new place to entertain myself. If nothing else, I'm getting the hang of the different pubs, cafe's, clubs and what not here in the downtown area, where everything is at walking distance.

It's an Irish pub, nothing more, nothing less. And as I enter I see a long bar