Fur Fucks Sake – Al’s wildest night ever began with a knock on the door…
Counter-intuitive as it may sound, closing time was Al’s favorite time of the day . Though not for any of the obvious reasons. Not because he was eager to finish work and head home, nor because he was looking forward to throw back a few beers with colleagues or friends after hours. No, it was the silence. Or rather the way the contrasting quiet enveloped the normally perpetually noisy bar like a soft blanket of solemnity when he finally locked the door of The Boatsman’s Ale House behind the last patron. For some reason the darkened and deserted locale conveyed … Read more