my road to virtue and back-an introduction and pi day

Tomorrow is pi day and to celebrate, I will post the complete write up of pi from NLC to date.
Sadly it is not finished.
I think I know everything there is to know about sadness and disappointment right now.
But is it not time to write of that.
I have been working in my mind of an introduction to this work.  I'm looking into the future, a very bleak look that fits my mood and my expectations.
Fade in: (The scene is a dark bar down a set of steps, the kind that might have once been trendy but is now in a bad way off a bad street.  It is filled with regulars and a few vagrants from the streets.  It is smoky and so dark that the whores and lonely old wives have their blemishes hidden and the darker secrets of the men are hidden deeper still.  The people drink largely in silence, music plays from an old juke box, but not so loudly as to distract the drinkers.  The walls are decorated with scenes that show the rise and fall of the property.  There are pictures of baseball players, three dimensional sports memorabilia including a bat, a ball and glove in a glass case.  There is a non-working slot machine, an old concert notice that is colorful enough to have survived the various redecorations and a large chalk board with a menu so old that the words have begun to run together.  There is a painting that might have come from an estate sale that might have some value if it could ever get out of this place where dream have now come to die.  There is a pool table, old but still serviceable.  Much of the light in the bar comes from the low hanging light that makes the green table top look like a lake filled with giant marbles.  No one is playing, it is late and the drinkers are too tired.
The door opens and a man enters, rain dripping off his homberg.  He is wearing an expensive looking overcoat.  It appears to be spotted with rain, a large wet spot on one sleeve the wearing covers with a napkin to dry it as he stands at the bar and orders a glass of scotch.
"A rainy night," the bartender says as lightening brightens the windows momentarily.
"The man grunts non-committedly."
The bar tender notes the expensive overcoat and  hat and asks, "Do you want to pay now or run a tab."
"A tab would be fine."
"I haven't seen you here before says a regular."
"Haven't been here."
"You from around here?"
"No, a business trip."
"Are you a salesman."
The man in the wet overcoat laughs, but says nothing.  The two nurse their drinks in silence.
The man in the overcoat coughs wetly.  "Would you like to hear a story?" he asks the regular who is wearing a suit.
"Sure."
"Its a long one."
"I have nowhere to be."
"Barkeep, pass me the bottle."  When he does, the two go to a table and sit down with their glasses.  Outside the rain continues to come down as if it will never stop.
"This is my story, my road to virtue and back," the man says.
The regular notices that he hasn't taken his coat off, but with the hat off he can see the thinning grey hair is a little too long and realizes the man is older than he looked at first.  Another bolt of lightening shows an careworn face, bloodshot eyes, one appears blistered.  The nails on the hand holding the glass are too long and the hand shakes a little.  He drains his glass and sets it out towards the regular who dutifully fills it.