It only took six days but I saw an
Iron Maiden concert t-shirt. There's also been an uneasy but hard to define feeling I've had since I've been here. A feeling that something just isn't right. I realized what the source of that uneasiness is. You can't walk in to a bar after a movie on a Friday afternoon and just order a beer. You have to become a member of a "private club" for a four dollar fee. Just to have a spur of the moment beer. It kills me that the state is micromanaging the well being of it's adult citizens to such a degree.
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Hm -- looks like the comment-spammers have found your blog, bro! (I like calling you 'Bro' -- not in an urban 'street' kinda way, but more of a familial Bo-Brady-to-Roman kinda way.)
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