by Beth Vigoren Nesser drinks Budweiser from the bottle unless there is a chilled mug nearby. He is a professional at tilting his mug and filling it up in one pour. He often finishes two to three beers before the mug loses its chill. I work Tuesday and Saturday nights. I see Nesser Tuesday and Saturday nights. Tuesdays: Nesser walks in on steady feet. “Hey, Nesser.” His hair lifts off at the speed with which he enters. It is cut in a fashion of the 1950s; I bet he had this same haircut when he started school that decade. I should ask him. His hair, a dark brown, lightens up to chocolate in the summer—possibly from the sun, probably from the layer of dust…