Wednesday, November 10, 2010

day 3. tuesday

truth be told, i waited for the hour of midnight to come so i could post this. i took it on my walk home.
this place tells a story. to me. about winning and losing, love and heartbreak, inspiration and despair, joy and misery. and most unwaveringly, the perfect glass of jameson, an always open table, a back alley made for sneakin smoke and a pitch black backdrop. all hail

1 comment:

  1. I was there on Tuesday with Pat. He couldn't find the place he was looking for and then we came across it. You weren't there but I asked for you and they said they hadn't seen you in awhile. Until next time...