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as a four-year-old at the our family's regular restaurant dinner spot, i would finish my typical meal of pancakes and a glass of milk with bubbles blown extensively and noisily with the straw down to the last sip. next, with an almost liturgical response to my request, my Temperance-Union-President-mother would nonchalantly and consistently allow me "to go to the bar".
i sat there as a small child upon a tall stool, my legs with no hope of touching the ground, let alone the first rung on the stool.
i sat between men as they casually smoked their cigarettes and drank their booze - everything my 
teetotaling mother abhorred.
i sat and drank my ginger ale on the rocks - this for the sole purpose of chatting the ear off the friendly bartender until my family had finished their meals and were ready to head home.

to this day, the above non-fiction anecdote of my childhood baffles me completely.

herein, this blog will detail the confessions of a former barfly. although, "confessions" is a bit of hyperbole. it will more accurately be the momentary thoughts and ramblings of my wandering mind as i journey to find meaning in life.