Tag Archive | dive bar

1/21/17

1/21/17


When the songs playing in the dive-bar match up perfectly with your heart, it feels like you may have hit a glitch in the matrix. Maybe I haven’t been here. Maybe this is exactly where I need to be. Like an altered form of deja-vu, things line up too well. It’s our jobs as humans […]

6/21/16

6/21/16


You women are dangerous. Sitting here at my new recent watering hole-the one populated by the hipsters of Minneapolis. It’s also, conveniently, the closest late night bar to my lonely, basement, studio apartment in Uptown. I happen to enjoy these dive bars, a lot. This city is filled with people that feel the same way […]

4/27/16

4/27/16


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 […]