true story: last night I went to a fancy concept cocktail bar, the kind with low leather sofas, where you have to ring a doorbell to get in and where the bartender is *passionate* about your bourbon experience. I try not to revel in aesthetic, but I guess if you’re going to do it you might as well go the whole hog. But the man sat next to me at the bar wanted to tell me about how he’s a high-level pubg player and how he refuses to play with children.