It’s my kind of place. The lights. The smoke. The music. Damn, I love this music. There’s nothing like a good country song to suit that kick ass mood. Hell, there’s a country song for every mood. Give me a couple more beers and I’ll be ready for one of those sad, make you cry songs, but not yet. They’re playing Garth’s “Rodeo” on the box, but it’s not quite right, so I rectify the situation.
Taking my quarter over, I pop it in and punch up “Copperhead Road”. Still not what I’m looking for, but it’s the closest thing they’ve got. I order another beer and nurse it, milking the mood for all it’s worth.