It's been a long time since I've been in a divey gay bar with a pool table. But in my day, I've been in them many a time.
Come to find out, it's much like being a Legion Hall on a Friday night, except without the flags and military emblems.
Same smoky atmosphere, cheap, shoddy construction and sickly sweet smell from air fresheners in the bathroom.
We're not different, straights and gays.
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