Living in a Townie Paradise

Last night I had a revelation as we quickly exited a bar that we had just gone into three minutes earlier.  No one that we were with seemed to understand fully why other than Nicholas and myself.  The place smelled of cheap beer and cigarettes.  The bouncer was a scruffy fat dude who probably could have chased you about 10 feet before finally giving up and returning back to his corner.  The bar alley way was narrow and packed with about 20 guys.  Ladies and gentlemen, the townie bar. Continue reading