Years ago in Hoboken I used to wear this captain’s hat out to the bars, and that’s why people started calling me “Skipper,” which became “Skip.” That’s true. I didn’t stop going to the bars on purpose, there just aren’t any around here where I live now. That’s also true. There are no bars. There’s a TGI Friday’s in a shopping center, but that’s not a bar. There’s a Rockin’ Robins in the Emerald strip mall, and it’s technically a bar I guess.
Rockin’ Robins put a flyer under my windshield while I was in the pizzeria. Monday Karoake, Tuesday TV Trivia Night, Wednesday Guitar Hero, Thursday 5 Dollar Pitchers of Miller Lite and 5-cent Jalapeno Poppers. Wednesday sounded interesting. Who is this guitar hero? I asked the girl at the Supercuts. Turns out it’s a video game where you pretend to play guitar. That’s true. You pretend. I wonder if, somewhere, anywhere, there are still bars.
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