Beautiful Choss
It’s that time of year. If you venture into an establishment that wont evict you for dirty fingernails, you may spot it: its the table with the haggard-looking eyes-glazed-over pair, slumping over beers that they are wearily guarding with their life. Sidle a little closer and you may overhear the inane ramblings of two people dealing with the comedown of…
