Was at a dive bar for a pinball thing, not really grungy but a sports bar that hasn’t updated anything but the TVs since 1985. And that’s great, it’s in a yuppifying area but the prices have only gone up 50 cents a mug and the menu’s even gotten less terrible.

The chairs in the game room are these big green plush swivel country club things, they’re great, they might have duct tape on the seams of the backs but that would be petty to complain about, so minor I didn’t even notice until today when, walking between tables with my arms swinging there was a thin metal tab poking out of one and I impaled myself a good half inch on it, sliding under the skin on the back of my hand

I mean, good thing I’m up to date on my tetanus shots, when I went in for a booster (at the for-profit clinic chain for millennials) the doctor assumed I’d stuck myself on something, and when I said “nah just time to renew” she praised me for actually keeping current unlike anyone else my age and I had to tell her my mom reminded me to