When my
one hippie friend from Michigan came over the other night to hang out with me
and my roommate, she walked in the door and I was catching up on entries in my
barlog.
Since I
have crabbed writing filling line after line after line for page after page after page
(sometimes with bits spilling out into the margins if I had a lot to say about a
particular bar), and since my one hippie friend flipped through the pages with
her thumb and was like “Oh my God!” when she saw all of that, my roommate laughed too and was
like, “I saw that too, it’s like The Shining.”
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