An old man, a semi-regular at the Door, walks in one quiet Thursday evening and begins drinking his usual beverage. Normally, he'd just drink quietly by himself, pay, and leave. Not this night. This night he opens his heart to Chris, Oly, Mike, Howie, and Benny. He reveals to them at least part of the reason he is what he is.

Does it free him from his ghosts or does it just bring him a moment of peace? Does it really matter?

This is the second in a planned series of stories from The Painted Door, a fictitious neighborhood bar in Wichita, Kansas, although the location is not important. The human drama is universal, as are the characters.