That's the problem with mistakes. You can't control them. You can't prevent them. They just happen. Like this one. You're at a bar over in SoHo. It's one of the nice ones. You know the type. Smoking isn't allowed but it's got a huge outdoor terrace. Palm trees and tropical plants sway in the warm night breeze. Inside, scented oxygenated air runs through the ventilation system to make you feel invigorated and get you in a drinking mood. The employees have wide smiles and can-do attitudes. This isn't one of those joints with the dollar drink specials. And you would never ever think of venturing inside. Well, maybe in the past. When you were younger and looking to see just what this town had to offer. Maybe even prove yourself a little. But not anymore. Tonight is Ben's bachelor party. He's the first of you to get hitched. Maybe someday when more of you are married, bachelor parties will be occasions of dullness and drudgery.
What do You think about Staten Island Noir (2012)?
