Monthly Archives: December 2015

THE TAP ROOM

I remember glossy-brown countertops, dim lights, and cigarette smoke in the afternoon. The smell of liquor, old men in tired flannels, stretched suspenders, and gray hairs, huddled in a crowd at the booth. hard peppermint candies tasting of stale mint … Continue reading

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