by elblat » Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:52 am
Frail-minded, grade-inflating ego-driven cowards avoid this hole-in-the-wall dive. Sometimes the piece of dented tin we call a door is opened and a random n00b peers into the gloom. He or she sees our haunted but vicious eyes, ravenous for tender psyche to burrow into. Unwilling to tick the jug, give a power spot, or often not even bother to put our pretentious but potent beer down long enough to give any spot at all, calling dab at the slightest and usually imagined transgression, brutally and painfully honest, we are the embarrassing uncle of the climbing family, amusing and tolerated but always staggering along that fine line between affection and molestation.