So I went out to a real live bar and drank several beers.

It was close by to facilitate walking. No DUIs for this guy. Plus, I'd really hate to kill someone or something. I can walk.

The place I went was a motel with a bar stuck to it. It's just over there, on the other side of the gas station by the Sonic. I went in there and drank alone because I am very similar to George Thorogood. Like George when I drink alone, I too prefer to be by myself.

The place was a dump. Stained carpet from the 70s. Dated, dated, dated….and dirty. Smelly even. There were 2 or 3 people in there all really super old. Clearly, they had been coming there since the 70s.

I sat at the bar and sucked down 6 or 8 beers and walked home.

The barmaid was cute, but then, if you know me even a little, you know I have a thing for barmaids and waitresses, so it's old hat. I tipped well and didn't hit on her or whip out my cock or grab her boob or do any of the other things that passed through my bored mind.

Then I walked home through the gorgeous summer night, got home, and started yapping on Tumblr.