The "Why can't I get a beer around here?" Book

I try to mind the bar between 7 and 10 pm Central. If you're just dropping by, leave a comment. If you met up with someone in the lounge, leave a comment. If your beer is flat, leave a comment.
Stale popcorn? Hey, I swear I popped it sometime this week.

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Otto Gass said…
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Otto Gass said…
I shed a tear today when stopping by the old cave. I found the branches covering the entrance to have grown into the hillside, and the landscape appears as if untouched, the only traces left being those carried inside.

It was not unexpected, but being unannounced made the discovery a bit stunning. I shuddered and looked about for a landmark, a sign. Things seemed lit up with a bit too much red. The anxiety rose and the fingers went tapping. Was this how it was going to be?

Then I remembered: Outposts.

I stood there a moment, meditating, until a tuft of clammy damp air broke the one mystery, and proffered another. I turned and slowly walked away, into the freezing fog.

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or frog, whatever...
MuscleDaddy said…
Outposts.

Indeed.

We Are Not Alone.

- MuscleDaddy

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