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Small Town Tavern (Other) by NinjaPoet

He's been drinking home-made wine and reading Bukowski so watch out boys and I swear I seen him eat some kind of mushroom over an hour ago and now his blood is popping on his way to the jukebox to pull the plug on AC/DC Metallica ready to eyeball fuck any man in the room. He throws up two bucks and a quarter for a black glass of stout, climbs the bar and yells absurd things mostly before being shot in the head by the bartender's spritzer.

nentwined 26-Jan-03/12:00 PM
I wasn't sure where it was going, but I like where it ended. The middle was... eh. but good for the contrast, I suppose.




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