Second home

Not sure I want to refer to the tacky place as my second home, but guess it's close. This is a place you can go to when you feel alone, down, or just want to mix with others.

The staff knows you, they know what you want to drink, they know how you react and function. It's just comfortable I guess.

And the fact that I get a lot of my inspiration for this blog from there, doesn't hurt. Or does it?