Eulogy for a Dive Bar

It felt like centuries had passed by my cave before I emerged pale and pink-eyed fromwhiskey and song; but the outside world and everyone in it was just as disappointing as theyever were.Fuck this city.I traveled the endless cracked sidewalks of a shitty neighborhood, covered in smashedtequila bottles and pornographic chalk drawings. A salty shuffleContinue reading “Eulogy for a Dive Bar”