I'm not a gamblin' man. Could be tho , Bob. I'm thinking there is a love interest somehow tangled up in this. Was he a regular at the shithole in question? A guy that lives oceanside Galt Ocean Mile wouldn't seem to raise a ruckus over a bar tab. Was the bartender a chic or a dude? Did he see a chic he was seeing with another guy, another chic at said shithole? Did he come back with steak knives from another location or were they the shitholes steak knives. We'll probably never know the truth. Shithole is in deep shit if they didn't supply security/bouncer/goons to keep this kind of insanity in check. Pussy and finances will drive a man around the bend, but a bar tab?