When I was 16 I snuck into this bar after my dishwashing shift around the corner. I was absolutely convinced that everything sucked and was fake and was total bullshit. This place didn’t and wasn’t. I’d learn how to play pool and darts there, most everything I ever learned about music and art came from this place, and I got away with a ton of shit I shouldn’t have but learned to never do again or at least get way better at. The people I met there or went there with are still my best friends. There’s no way I’d ever have done anything actually cool with my life without it. Everyone I’ve ever loved has been there, or at the very least been lectured to about it for hoursby me. Every job I’ve ever had since was because I went there or worked there. My friend called it the post office - “no matter how poor or rich, cool or lame, smart or dumb you are” you had to go there. When I moved away I knew I could always go back. I’d call the secret number at last call to talk to my friends that I missed. I went there every time I ever went home. Now I can’t go back but I’m glad it happened.
