Outside the bar, the parking lot was simply an empty expanse of flattened gravel. Cars were parked in a scattered, disorganized manner. He always parked at the very back to avoid getting blocked in. Drunks will park where ever they want when there was no lines to follow. As he'd parked so far away, he had a bit of a stroll in store, and took a gentle pace. The setting sun sent dancing colors across the sky and he greatly enjoyed the walk. The thumping of country music in the bar behind him slowly faded as he walked until he was left alone with his thoughts on a gentle summer night.