Learning the specials of the hipster, local dive-bar so well I could repeat them to you. Not that I ever order them unless they’re cheaper than my regular Whiskey Sour. Still frugal as fuck. Always broke as shit. Probably because I feed off seedy little joints like this one for inspiration, and they won’t let me sit here without staring, unless I’m sipping something more than a water.
Guess I gotta have another beer-woe is me.
Let’s try to keep it to the one, though? The writing always suffers beyond a couple.