It was the only bar close by that didn’t check I.D.’s. They had the Pixies on the jukebox and everyone there was young and from out of town. We talked of travel and the world and Jess and I made love in the hostel across the street. When it was over I drank vodka out of a tea cup and listened to records with John in the hallway until the sun came up. At which point, the 3 of us got breakfast and checked our maps for the next hostel.