Description: If there is a hard, high wall and an egg that breaks against it...I will stand on the side of the egg
If there is a hard, high wall and an egg that breaks against it...I will stand on the side of the egg
It was a strange night. Our usually quiet neighborhood bar was packed and messy. It was a hipster-y place, with school bus seats and board games and Pabst Blue Ribbon, but it was far enough east that people didn’t usually venture to it. That night, however, it was crowded with the after-work and more specifically, the recreational league crowd.
A bocce team, already boisterous and a few drinks in, made its way into the bar wearing bright green t-shirts.