Journal

09.20.16 stop

I would lament my lost youth, but realistically I was a dull and virtuous child.

The Bus Stop played a major part in my life for only a handful of weeks, in my decadent mid-thirties. I had never before spent any amount of time in bars, nor have I since. But this place was special, a true haven for all the freaks who wandered in. I met some of my dearest friends at this bar, and watched all manner of mayhem ripple through the group on those wild nights.

It is hard to describe exactly why the establishment was important. It just was. The fact that the original was torn down to make way for nothing much at all is nonsensical.

RIP, Bus Stop. You gave more than you got.

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