Dee’s Café, South Side. 12:30 a.m.
Drunk Frat Boy has his head in his hands. A girl decked out in St. Patrick’s Day regalia sits next to him, rubbing his back:

Drunk Frat Boy: I don’t cry.
[weeps softly]
Drunk Frat Boy: [intensely] I don’t cry.

— Overheard by Tara