Flaming Garbage and Newbys
Jan. 18th, 2005
Before they left the wake my parents wanted to spend some time catching up with one of their other old friends, a guy with the last name Newby. Since you can't smoke in bars here, they went outback behind the bar to do such.
There was a dog eating out of a container of garbage that was smoldering at one end.
Their friend kept talking about how you have to beat a Newby kid at a young age because those gosh darn Newbys don't learn.
Darn those Newbies.
I'm not sure if I should go to the wake this saturday for the same guy at a different, larger bar.. There might be better food served, and it's good for me to leave the house once and awhile.. but there might be even more frightening people there.
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