An ailment cause by the repeated return to the same shitty, overpriced
bar because it's close by and no one can think of anywhere else to
go. And there's probably a cover at
Brennan's.
What the hell are we doing here? This shitty
music is way too loud, old women keep stepping on my
feet and I just paid $6.50 for a bottled
Sam Adam's. Ugh, I think I'm coming down with I-Man Syndrome.