mothra

Pissing dip off the urinal and listening to horrible classic rock all night. That's what a dive bar should be.

Frozen mugs and huge pitchers more than make up for hearing... "stop talking about it and go fuck em up if you're so tough." Or "those punker faggots and their stupid hats need to find somewhere else to drink."

I love it. Those old drunks know a pool cue will get cracked across their back if they feel like saying it to anyone besides the other guy that lays bricks with them.

But that's why I love the dive bar. Everyone knows their place and knows they shouldn't try and be any way else.




I also want to apologize to everyone that I've pulled into my crazy little mess lately. We needed to solve it on our own, and I vented to people too close to both of us. I feel stupid for it now, but I love that you all let me vent.

We're both weird and stupid and we needed to come to terms with that. I'm sorry ya'll had to hear about it.



Tonight the Rogue. No BS. We'll b there.