People entering the bar give him a wide berth, for a reason that only they and their guts could tell. Maybe it's because he looks like a coiled wire, ready to spring. Christ, that was an awful simile - all of mine are. It's why I became an artist. Writing is too hard, you are constantly that close to utter hypocrisy and insipidness.
Art is more . . .
Back to Mr. Nose. He also looks very tired. Very, very tired. I put him down as a pursuer the first day I saw him. He was drunk as a skunk, and still drinking.