Thursday, October 5, 2017

Pencilled In

My pencil sits beside the pumps: I use it to keep a record.

It is a wonder.

The Tavern's Ales are supplied for me to dispense but the pencil is the work of human hands. 

Millions of them.

Very few had any intention of making a pencil.

But here it is.

Take a moment to look around you.

Right before you.

Now have a drink and give thanks.


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Ne meias in stragulo aut pueros circummittam.

Our Bouncer is a gentleman of muscle and guile. His patience has limits. He will check you at the door.

The Tavern gets rowdy visitors from time to time. Some are brain dead and some soul dead. They attack customers and the bar staff and piss on the carpets. Those people will not be allowed in anymore. So... Be Nice..