The Dregs have risen again and i know because they’re floating all around me. They’re floating in Ukrainian beer baths, sticking to James Bond drinking gadgets, spewing out of glove … Continue reading →
Welcome to my Bar None. A hole in the wall where we can hang out and trade the kind of stories you swap only when you've had one too many and either can't find your way home or are afraid to. Hell, it's cheaper than therapy and plus the pictures are prettier. Here we'll crack open bottles and jokes and 'last call' are the only dirty words you'll never hear.