The word 'alley' burst rabbit hole cerebration first grazing glance ally, down dive sheedy, hello strong desire for a flick called "The Pubfast Club".
Lunch time on a Saturday, what a weird time to hop in a pub! But here I am, and glad to see bartender already mixing some preparation. Saturdays are often busy at the Midnight, but not before the night.
Before heading into the Midnight, I was talking a walk in main street. I saw an interesting art gallery that exposed paintings of ascii characters. I saw a bus stop and people waiting. Most of them captivated by the book or phone in their hands. I saw a food truck that sold mozzarella sticks and it made me hungry. I saw a familly of opposum that seemed to be up to no good going around. I think I recognized someone I haven't seen for a while, but they were busy and I didn't bother to stop them.
That's when I saw the small alley, and decided to see who's in the pub.
Bartender, soup of the day please?
The word 'alley' burst rabbit hole cerebration first grazing glance ally, down dive sheedy, hello strong desire for a flick called "The Pubfast Club".
A pub at midday really ain't so bad, it's a nice place of respite from hustle and bustle. When I was walking around earlier, I saw a woman chasing an eggplant through the street — I think it fell out of her grocery bag, cuz there was a tear in the side...and I heard a crow swoop down onto a garbage bin. Its talons made a very loud *clack* against the plastic lid.
(I recommend the creamy mushroom soup, by the way.)