Older man: “Where you from, son?”

Me: “New York.”

OM: “You staying at that hotel on the corner?”

Me: “Yeah.”

OM: “You gonna Uber back?”

Me: “I thought I’d walk. I’ve done it twice now with the ID.”

OM: “What do you think? He’s gonna walk back.”

Bartender: “he’s from New York he’s walked through worse areas.”

OM: “my son’s your age he and his wife Uber everywhere that’s the smart choice.”

Me: “I mean, I don’t like Uber [I’m banned].

OM: “principles is nice and all, but we had 46 murders in Little Rock since the start of the year.”

Me: “just 46? Shit, that’s nothing”

OM: “we had 46 in all of last year.”

Bartender: “he’s fine. He doesn’t look looks he has money.”

Me: :/

OM: “But he’s staying at one of them boutique hotels”

Bartender: “Maybe you can get an Uber”

Younger man: you know that song playing?

Me: “That’s Bob Dylan, Lay, Lady, Lay, no shit.”

YM: “You want to shoot pool?”

I still left well before closing because they scared me.

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