If I had money, I'd buy that shithole. I'd fix the damned roof and I'd reopen it. Lure Doc back... lure back the artists who used to sell shit on the tables at the front. Get the chess junkies back..
heh. I'm a wonderful damned pipedreamer.
I just remember the days when I'd go to school, then rehearsal, then do homework for about an hour, then go out, drink coffee, be silly, and meet my new best friend every night of the week.
Very full, very hollow... and fun.
I need some of that.