Drinking black coffee of death as I write

...the stuff thats been sitting on the burner since early morning at my work, slowly simmering away, darker and darker and darker it gets. I need it today; I went to a bar last night with my friend Vikki and had a few. It felt nice putting my new smile to use. There was this guy next to us at the bar who was drinking by himself, mysteriously. This went on for maybe a half hour and when Vikki went to the bathroom, I opened up to him. He lit up all of a sudden and started revealing himself to me.
Air traffic controller who oversaw a plane on the radar yesterday fall thousands of feet before it regained control. Even though it wasn't his fault, it stressed him out enough to throw a couple back. Plus, he seems to be going through a divorce with a couple of kids. He used to smoke herb but now he works for the government so I can't and he misses it. If I was in his shoes, I might be drinking alone at a bar, too.
I guess the point of the story is that most people are strange when you're a stranger, but also, most people will reveal a friendliness that may restore your faith in the human spirit. But someone has to open up first...