don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
I’m really pushin’ it this time, ain’t I? You can practically see the stormclouds on the horizon as I begin to haul the sandbags from the large cart of sandbags right outside the Hanged Man’s door. Had to borrow a donkey an’ a cart an’ everything, but we got it. Guess that expansion should wait until after monsoon season anyway, I think as I squat down to pick up a bag and throw it over my shoulder. It needs to be at least waist high, one or two bags deep. It’s the only major problem with having a bar on the beach - storms.
With one row done, I begin on the second, eyeing the bags and wondering if I’ll need some more. Might need some support for the walls too - you never can tell ahead of time. Luckily most others have already finished their preparations so there should be some extra lumber lying around somewhere...
With one row done, I begin on the second, eyeing the bags and wondering if I’ll need some more. Might need some support for the walls too - you never can tell ahead of time. Luckily most others have already finished their preparations so there should be some extra lumber lying around somewhere...
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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