dangergirl

on the way home from work, i decided to stop in at the locak bar, of which there are only 2. regaled with the plight of my friend's recent breakup and a slew of "Where have you been?"s i realized, you just can't have a good hick-town bar without a wagon-wheel chandelier. oh.... there it is. so much red, so many necks. what's a girl to do??? ok place, good people... but just not my scene.