It just struck me...
When I was in my late 20s and early 30s, I lived for 4 years in an apartment on Elmwood Avenue, the hip "strip" here, then and still.
My apartment was three doors down from a bar. I never went into the bar...
And not once did it ever even cross my frigging mind to hit the bar at 1:00 am, chat up a drunk girl, and invite her up to "crash"...
What the FUCK??!! Who was that pre-surgery dweeb??
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