It all gets a little murky because every big night we had here was also a drunk night and a late night and a fun night, and it's hard to parse through all the various tangled memories. Remember when it was the only place to be for New Year's Eve? It made so much sense, going to the one bar in the goddamn city that didn't charge a cover on that night. And a free buffet! The same owner, he of the surname featured on the bar he owns, he's still around. Murkier still are the rumors about him. I gotta assume he's just an old dude at this point. The Temu Fergie or something, I dunno. I've literally never spoken to him, I don't think. He was apparently there beforehand tonight, giving us space to watch the dumb sports game. When was the last time I saw him? Did I ever, or am I misremembering? I remember so much and so little. I don't know if I got it right.
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