The Last Call

Men’s room of O’Malley’s Tavern, a 75-year-old neighborhood bar. Cracked tile, yellowed fixtures, and graffiti spanning decades. One urinal held together with duct tape, a paper towel dispenser that requires precise hitting. Through thin walls, a jukebox plays Irish ballads, emotional conversations, and the occasional breaking of glass. A small window shows luxury condos rising across the street.