Stories, Stories Everywhere

I have stories. I have struggles. I even have celebrations. Yet they are not all mine. I can tell you stories of me, I cannot tell you stories of other people...not without their permission. For some of these stories it is far too personal to get permission, for others I know permission will never come.
I want to be able to share this some of these stories, to commiserate, to vent. Here, though, is not the place. A darkly lit bar, over a martini, and under the music is that place.