No, not Chicken Butt.
I have today off.
I decided to go shopping.
Got to the store.
I can’t see.
Asked the clerk for help…… about 200 times.
I am now black balled from the store.
Stopped at the bar.
No need to see.
Pour me, pour me.
Or is it:
Poor me, poor me?
It is always a breeze at the bar.
Especially when Caitlynn is in charge.
Some day Cait will be running this place, as the owner/manager/guru/ Godlike kid….etc.
Love that girl
Sitting, sipping, waiting for my take out.
A ghost appears.
The beer cooler doors open and shut, with no one in sight.
Cait tells me I am right.
There is a ghost who hangs out in this very old establishment.
Give me another double, Cait.
And let me say this about that!
Hey, you old ghost!
Have I told you lately, that you have an amazing dad?
Drove home, without a guest ghost.
I better go back tomorrow.
To see who it is.
Cait says some guy was killed in this establishment.
Many, many years ago.
Yeah, I know
I was there.
It was Abe Lincoln.
At the Ford Theater.
Cait refuses to serve me another.
I am blizted.
What a wonderful day!