I stepped out of my apartment to avoid 9-11. It was a sad day, and if I'm going to consider history, I figured I would at least contemplate the truth. Instead, I was hoping to meet Wombat down at the J&J for a few games of pool and a couple of beers.
The J&J is like a couple of hundred old bars in a couple of of hundred cities. An old bar along the side. Dingy floor tiles with some tables scattered around the room and a pool table in the back. One tv, turned down, that I was pretty much counting on to be showing football.
Like I said, a typical bar. You don't go there, expecting to run into one of the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse, you go to hang out.
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