Welcome to the Bar None. A lonely hole in the wall where poets sleep in the spilled stench of dreams gone flat, lovers come to console themselves when romance evaporates, and Angels come to look for lost halos in the rings at the bottom of the bottle.
This is a place where drunks and drinkers, sots and thinkers, alkies and wannabes come to unwind with tales of daring don’ts. Where people sick to death of immortality relax and swap recipes and spread rumors. A community of the exiled.
i have stories to tell and lies to lead so pull up a stool and let me tell a few.