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The Old Crow tasted like the grains of asphalt when Calvin looked at the six singles in his wallet.  Someone played a Lou Reed song on an acoustic guitar with their eyes closed.  The bar had a smell kind of like a warm fart, and people said that a lot.  Calvin bought another shot of whiskey felt very much like an old man at a bar.  Soon, he left and bought a 40 ounce bottle of King Cobra and another for a friend.  He stood in his friend’s kitchen and had an actively agreeable conversation about how jobs are shitty and getting jobs is shittier.  “There’s just nowhere to go,” is something one of them said.