The bartender looks like this part-time guy from Freeman’s that I used to party with, but it’s not him. What was that guy’s name? When the bartender finally glances towards me, I’m in the middle of a drag and he gives me a weird look. I finish the hit anyway and ask for a vodka rocks and a beer. He leans across the table.
“I’m only supposed to do one drink per, bud.”Read More