Last night, restless and feeling like a badger stuck in a leg trap, I sought refuge from my mind under a neon tree. This neon tree is planted at a place called The Park Tavern, my local bar. The old wood paneling and smell of…
It’s been damn near a decade since I first tried the nectar of the gods, and since then, I have been drunk the whole time. That maybe a slight exaggeration, because not every second of the last ten years has been consumed by the consumption…
The linoleum padding on the barstool warmed my ass as I waited for my date to show up to the agreed destination. An hour had gone by without her showing up and I had only one text in my phone saying she was running a little…