I heard my local closed up today. Was it still my local if I hadn’t managed to stop by in weeks, or a couple of months? Of course. That’s how language works. I played gigs there, ordered the bacon hard fried, drank beer back when I drank beer, switched to coffee and kombucha, listened to the music.

A pint glass full of blackberry kombucha and a white mug full of coffee with cream on a white napkin atop a black marble countertop with the edge of a red coffee grinder nearby.

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