my name's sully or a bar a ways out from anywhere affectionately called the spaces in between

don't judge i didn't fucking name it my companion's cheddar bernice mountain dog that understands

the word attack kill stun and defend but not the word attack, kill, stun, and defend, but not the word

breakfast. We try to create a welcoming but chill atmosphere for the patrons that stumble

through here every now and then. To be honest, we have to. Because to say my clientele is unusual would be a gross understatement.

Kinds of folks who get here are looking for an escape, a place where they can talk their troubles away for a nominal fee and won't be judged.

I guess that doesn't separate it from many other bars out there, does it?

Not only am I a superb listener, but we have a wide selection of unusual beverages.

I like to think of them as mood enhancers, depending on the patron's desire, dampeners.

I've gotten together with some unrecognized genius brewery masters working out deals to sell their

phenomenal mixtures at a unique place.

It brings the customers in by the droves to seek their poison of choice. They can't find

anywhere else. The brewery gets exposure, you know, so everybody wins. I guess for me, I knew

sharing some of the stories that I'd picked up along the way would be of interest to you.

And who knows, maybe you'll stop by yourselves one day.

But you don't pay in cash here.

You pay with stories.

Have you ever worked at a bar before, you know the happy-go-lucky environment you see in a show like

Cheers or on a weekend filled with excitable youth, there's nothing like the dreary reality

of a bar.

Midweek, Tuesday will forever serve as my motivator to abstain from booze, and it's

it's one of these midweek Tuesdays that I want to begin our stories.

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