Was pay day Friday and I just landed a pretty cool contract for my courier gig. (A courier is a person or a company who delivers messages, packages, and mail) Could be a really good thing cash wise.
So went for a ride and found this odd little bar, The "sports page" just down the road in Hartford. If there were 12 people in it, 2 would have to stand and you would have trouble getting to the rest room as it is so small. The owner, George, is from Peru and a great and friendly host.
Made a couple of new friends. The little one kept waiting for me to come out side for a smoke so she could curl up in my lap and go to sleep. The taller one and I proceeded to drink way to much until her date arrived and Carol came pic me up many hrs later.