/lit/ - Literature

Critique:
In the loneliness of a cold night, young Jackson went out looking for companionship, or atleast a conversation. He found a bar in the middle of a nameless street, and he went in.
"Can you show me some id?" The bouncer asked.
"Yeah sure," Jackson answered coolly, then he pulled out his driver's liscence and gave it to the bouncer.
The bouncer glanced at the card, "fine, go in," Answered, and gave it back.
He saw a few patrons scattered in the bar, a few sitting together on separate tables. The bar on the inside was surprisingly large and spacious. It had general brownness to the palate on the inside, it looked ugly, but had a warm feeling to its inside.
Jack looked around and saw an older gentlemen, in his late 40's perhaps, writing in a journal with a glass of burboun to his side. The man looked balding in the crown, and had what looked like a 3 week old unkempt beard, and wore round glasses with brown frame.