The last time you took a shot at a bar, do you remember what was going through your mind? Besides the excitement or disgust at the selected liquor, what were you thinking about? Gratitude towards the person who bought you the shot. Fear that this shot is going to put you over the edge. Nerves since you know there’s only one song in front of yours before you have to go up and sing Mariah Carey karaoke.
During that swift motion to lift your chin and turn your face towards the sky, do you ever get a glimpse of the ceiling? No? Well, why would you. Unless you’re at O’Sullivan’s Italian Pub in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Then you’ll probably do a double take and once you swallow that Fireball, you look back up because you think you just saw a slew of bras hanging from the ceiling. Yep. Oh, look there’s some more. Hey another bunch over above the bar. More in the corner. Hmph. Continue reading
Jake Berent 