Some are inside barns, houses, and garages and some are in rolling buses, motorhomes, and ornately decked out semi-trailers. "👫Psst! Good times in the hanger at the local airport👯."
Some purveyors are just well heeled good old boys making not-for-profit arrangements for friends and colleagues. Some are opportunists who are in it strictly for the profit. Some folks in this subterranean business look to be stereotypes from the previous century's Roaring Twenties; immaculately dressed, socially refined folks with the presence and mannerisms that command respect. "Liquor license? Yeah, we gots a liquor license, RIGHT HERE IN MY PANTS! Wanna see it? AAR AAR AAR!" HINT: I'm talking 'bout the MOB.
The Speakeasy has returned. These are the new GOOD OLD DAYS that people will read about a century from now as they wonder, "WTF were those idiotic control-freak politicians thinking?"
The Speakeasy has returned. These are the new GOOD OLD DAYS that people will read about a century from now as they wonder, "WTF were those idiotic control-freak politicians thinking?"
Now, if y'all will excuse me, I have a bus to catch.
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DISCLAIMER: The above is a work of speculative fiction.
Honest.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Don't ask me to testify otherwise.
It's just something that jumped outta my pants and into my noggin.
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"AAR AAR AAR!"
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