I feel there is no explanation needed for this post. It gets me choked up every time I hear the words: 

  "Warm beer and cold women, I just don't fit in. 

     Every joint I stumbled into tonight

     that's just how it's been.

     All these double knit strangers with gin and vermouth

     And recycled stories in the naugahyde booths." 

   - Tom Waits