Little more than a watering hole for locals, Bruno’s was an aging bar in desperate need of repair. The bar smelled of stale beer and smoke. The ceiling was stained a dark brown and, when it rained, leaked almost as much as the pipes in the bathroom. A couple of windows had cracked or shattered over the years and been left the way they were or boarded up. Most of the stools and chairs sat unevenly, and the tables were cracked and chipped.