I knew he was a hustler from the very second I laid eyes on him. Handsome, mid-20’s, jeans, white tank top, muscled but skinny. He was leaning against a brick wall, scoping out the room. Given my line of research, a certain amount of criminality is expected. This guy was screaming it. I avoided eye contact. That is, until I forgot about him and happened to look across the bar directly into his eyes.

Great story about white whiskey.

Posted at 11:33am.