The Feel Good Drag
She looked around the small establishment. The walls were littered with random posters, metal signs, a Budweiser clock here, an inflatable Corona bottle there. The building itself had nearly been condemned only a year prior, and she had followed the local media’s coverage of the ‘revitalization’- as they had termed it, rather triumphantly- of this wasteland. It had once been known as simply ‘Harry’s’, and then it had been ‘Dick’s’. Now it was under some new guise, some new trick to try and lure...