A wonderful bar that it was, oh the sweet times. The hot ladies, the booze, the drugs I did not approve of…quite the mix.
Always packed, overrun with retards, post pubescent idiots, old jerks, the whole gambit.
As I attempt to set the stage for what is to come I have too many good memories to put down right now.
Only one that matters right now is about Frank. Now Frank, he has some scars but does not wear them for all to see. Hmm, the one on his eyebrow is a different story for another time. But either way, Frank is an enigma. (more…)