She was there when I started and there when I had to hang up my cleats. She was my friend and I miss her. She may not have been the greatest of bartenders but I like to think that somewhere in heaven an angel is waiting entirely too long for his next drink.
tales from the front
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2:55pm
i'm leaving 315 Bay st. after meeting up with 50 to hand him a job going
north that's got more than an hour left. I'm headed to 235 Mo, to grab a
j...
15 years ago
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