Repent at Last Call lives in the uncomfortable hour when the music stops covering your thoughts. The glass is nearly empty, the room is thinning out, and every decision that felt reasonable at midnight has returned requesting an explanation.

There’s humor in the contradiction, but also genuine reflection. This piece understands that redemption rarely arrives polished and on schedule; sometimes it catches you tired, conflicted, and still sitting at the bar. Grace, apparently, keeps late hours.