Drunken assholes…
…are outside, screaming and yelling, and making all kinds of noise.
I hate that floopin’ bar on the corner. When I first moved here, it was a nice, respectable joint…even I went in there sometimes, to have a few beers and watch a game.
No more. It is now a haven for the skeeviest of the skeevy. You couldn’t pay me to go in there now.
I wish it would get shut down. But sadly, it has, and someone bought it and re-opened it. And it gets skeevier and skeevier with every re-opening.
Gack.

christine


























































