Do you feel that 2020 is all one bleak dusk that’s gone on and on? (If you never do, please tell me your mantra — or what you’re drinking.) Award-winning author/playwright Peter J. Stavros offers timely understanding of how character is steeled or bent through accumulation of numbing nights, dark disappointments and occasional emotional escapes. His chapbook “Three in the Morning and You Don’t Smoke Anymore” is a baker’s dozen of very short stories and vignettes, taking you through codependence, celebratory overcompensation and poignantly adolescent regret. All written in second-person as facets of a single persona, the close-in observations are studded with motifs snagged from memory. The endpoints sometimes veer into hope despite themselves (“tomorrow might be good for something too”). What’s often exposed, though, is how we look at ourselves when our personal odysseys put us on a path where we feel every bump in the road.