In my head: The Motherf**king Pterodactyl
Day 1 in my quest to find a new, cheap dive bar has not met with success. Granted, I haven’t put a large amount of effort into it, unless you count walking a half a mile through the baking, 101 degree Arizona sun in order to try somewhere that I had hoped would be promising. Regardless, I’m here to tell you that this first venture has been a failure. I…