
Happy Hour’s Over
The man walked up to the bar on a Wednesday, late morning. It was winter and under the small man’s coat was a pressed shirt and tie. He appeared to be a professional and should’ve been at work. Continue reading Happy Hour’s Over
The man walked up to the bar on a Wednesday, late morning. It was winter and under the small man’s coat was a pressed shirt and tie. He appeared to be a professional and should’ve been at work. Continue reading Happy Hour’s Over