The two pretty ordinary looking fellows - t-shirts, standard issue side parts, cargo shorts, soft, chubby dad-bods - are discussing the intricacies of bar fights with the very good-looking dread with the high cheekbones and the stylish clothes, and I can't figure out how they're connected until I see the ComicCon passes all three wear around their necks.
"And then the bartender tries to jump over the bar, and he falls on his back, so I climb up on the barstool, and I was wearing my Mastadons, right? and I kick the guy in the chest," dread says.
"Wow," says the shorter of the dad-bods, impressed, "what bar was that at?"
"You know," says dread, "the one down by the, you know, the East River."
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One year ago today: The Familiars of the Gods
Two years ago today: Morning - One (Psalm 34:8)
Three years ago today: A Glimpse of Darkness
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