In my belly basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you d never guess from looking at me

Now I own The Bar, downtown, I added. Boney was peering into the bathroom, halting me and Gilpin in the hallway. The Bar she said. I know the place. Been meaning to drop by. Love the name. Very meta. Sounds like a smart move, Gilpin said. Boney made for the bedroom, and we followed. A life surrounded by beer aint too bad. Sometimes the answer is at the bottom of a bottle, I said, then winced again at the inappropriateness.