The Local Bar

After staring down at my phone for a moment, I realized I couldn't go directly to the hotel. At least, not completely sober. Even with my relative years of success since leaving high school, I still needed a little bit of liquid courage before jumping back into that shark pit. So, if I remembered correctly, 'Shots & Shots', the local pool hall/bar was still open, and likely, full of people attempting to have their own fun Friday night.

I'd snuck in there a few times during my senior year. Let's see what had changed, and what hadn't.

A few moments later, I'd popped the new address into my GPS, and I was on my way. Most of the neighborhoods looked the same. Sure, there were some new houses, a few different fast food places, and a new store or two, but things hadn't gentrified or fallen apart, but rather, stayed in suburban amber. So, it wasn't much of a surprise, when I pulled up to the strip mall where 'Shots & Shots' was located, to see a full parking lot. After finding a decent place to park, I got out of my rental and headed toward the front door.