Crown time

Lately I've been dreaming about the crown.

I think about the time I got completely slaughtered on red erik (never again) but then I remember my first pint of mitchells dark mild (r.i.p) and remember its creamy smoothness.

I miss the smell of the bins wafting in, and I miss Arthur Ebeling.

Cant wait til' september!

Now it's like a tourist attraction for me, not like everybody elses regular.