Friday, February 13, 2009

The Bucket

Yeah, the Bloody Bucket was just like coming home. Cigarette smoke to the ceiling, friendly faces. Actually, I think if we lived around here - we could be regulars. There were about 20 people there tonight and they all seemed to know each other. Regular folks, no pretenses or airs. the kind of people I grew up with.

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