Buy six, get one free

Again, Robin strode under dark of night to the bizzaro Bat Cave in Oregon, and I was left to my own devices. So what to do?

PBR, McDonald's and 300 Night
At the Shell station on Isaacs, I purchased a pack of Camel Filters and a six-pack of PBR tall boys. At the counter, I was offered a seventh PBR tall boy. Apparently, one had been dropped on the way out the door. According to the attendant, she has no use for "that disgusting crap," so I got a seventh for free. She'd been waiting all night to give that one away. On the way out I saw several meth addicts.

So here I am, drinking PBR, glad I didn't choose High Life (the Champagne of beers), watching homoerotic violence.