Drinking with Strangers

After riding the bus for a couple of days and nights,  I got off the Greyhound at no particular destination, just decided to get off.  Needless to say, I was pretty hungry and thirsty.  As the bus drove off into the darkness, I looked across the road and saw a blinking neon sign  Beer. Beer. Beer. 

Inside it smelled like cigarettes, stale beer and fresh piss.  

As a novelty of sorts, I was treated to several rounds of grog by my new mates (as they say down under).  I am ashamed to say I got pretty wasted and ended up sleeping it off on a pool table, but not before getting knocked around some with a pool cue by my mates.  Those crazy bastards!