Johnny Law Don’t Live Here

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I held the last of my bourbon close to me while I looked blearily around the local hole-in-the-wall. The rest of the world had barred indoor smoking, but this place hadn’t heard the news. The stool was uncomfortable, the bartender was a jerk, and it smelled vaguely of armpits.

But the whiskey was cheap, and they liked heavy-handed pours.