
It was late on a Saturday night, technically a Sunday morning. After another depressing, unsuccessful night at the club I wandered into Eventuality Point. That's what I call the after-hours dive bar I always end up at when I fail to get laid at Tasty or Club 74 or The Cerulean Room... which is to say every single weekend for the past five years, not counting the time I got meningitis and was out of commission for a while. Eventuality Point is a sad, sorry excuse for a leisure establishment. The only reason anyone ever goes there is because they've got a license to serve alcohol until 4:00. Seriously one time I went there during Happy Hour and it was just me and some 60-year-old woman drinking Fuzzy Navels and smoking slims. The state banned indoor smoking six years ago but nobody ever goes to EP, not even the health department.
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