it's SeptembeR. it's oyster night and three pitchers of beer. lose at pool and watch everyone with kids get drunk. there's also the guy with an eye patch and the dude that always wears a cast because he's retarded and doesn't need to be riding a scooter around. I like to light a cig inside just for the owner to come up and remind me, like he's forgotten a thousand times, that "you cant smoke in here". oh, really, ok.
. lol.