There was a hot minute where I was trying to be a regular at Sweet Revenge, two blocks from my apartment in Bed-Stuy. I never really felt comfortable there, for whatever reason, even before they changed the name to One Last Shag and became cool and whatever. But here I am, giving it a valiant try, because it was Kenny's birthday, and because the bar had air conditioning and it was probably like 100 degrees outside/in my apartment.
What you don't see here is Kenny doing a string of well shots bought for him by his coworker, or the neat pour of well vodka that Ryan bought him. You also don't see what was probably the first time I walked away from a free shot in a bar, because seriously I don't drink tequila.
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