our beer,
cold and cheap
light or dark,
draft
or bottled, it didn't matter.
we had
twenty bucks a piece
to burn through,
from dusk
to dawn. dancing
and carousing,
doing
the pub crawl.
sometimes there'd
be a dollar or two
left over for a
street hot dog, smothered
in relish and onions,
mustard,
perfect for the drive home.
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