Tired of wandering he walks....

Poxer stumbles into his old stomping grounds with a tear. It's been so long since he walked through those old, familiar doors. He's seen and been through so much in these past years and he isn't very sure if things are still the same. Faces from the past flash before his eyes as he sees the bar and its familiar stools. Friends. Enemies. Enigmas. He misses them all dearly and sincerely hopes that they may still frequent or at least haunt this place.