At the time I was only 21... on leave and back in the US for the first time since becoming legal. It was Friday night and most of my friends were busy, so I hit up the bars by myself. I arrived at a local pub. It was a small low-key kind of joint. Fire place, wooden tables, lots of knickknack on the walls with an entirely eclectic group of inhabitants ranging from bikers to college k**s. My kinda place. I sat down on a bar stool, had my first legal beer and began contemplating on life. I felt eyes on the back of my head, so I turned to look behind me. On a wooden bench , surrounded by people a… 阅读更多内容