So I walk out back to four holler to relieve myself after a few shooters, and happen to glance at my cardboard dwelling, and what do you know. It's lit up like an BC street bar and wh**e house. I am somewhat afraid to enter it though. There might be a working girl swing down from the chandelier, whit dilated eyes, yelling, "buy me drinkeee GI." Oh well it would feel like I was home.
Which brings up a question. What was the name of the stop on top the hill just outside Danang coming from the north. Had a bar with cribs out back?
A coin in the box, how about, "Tonight The Bottle Let Me Down." Drinks all around, and give me a typhoon fifth of Lucky Pluck wine.
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Dan
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