Confessions of a Barfly

Full Disclosure

+++

In my younger and more ambitious years of being a wretched little shit, you’d have been hard pressed to find some tomfoolery afoot, that I was not somehow involved in, or directly responsible for.

In my neighborhood, I was the troublemaker.

I was that kid.

You probably know the type.

That one your parents warned you about.

The obnoxious little shit in the…