I’m at this bar in my wider neighbourhood for a couple of drinks. I somewhat like this one, because a section of it is light enough for me to read as I take my beer.
I’m at this bar in my wider neighbourhood for a couple of drinks. I somewhat like this one, because a section of it is light enough for me to read as I take my beer.
Like all seasoned readers of this column know, I carry something to read whenever I go for a drink.
Reason? It is not always that, while in a bar, I find fellow drinkers with whom I can have a conversation, any conversation.
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