I forget the reality of having to practically hack my car out of an ice
block on those «frosty mornings»; the threat of losing an eye in a sea of umbrella spokes on those «rainy cobbled streets» and that
horrible, sweaty mess you turn into as the layers that protected you from the chill outside have to be peeled off everytime you go into an overcrowded, over-heated department store on the Christmas shopping
run.
It was an old 70's Billiard Room, complete with Plastic «Tiffany» pool table chandelier, wetbar, wine glasses shelf, mahogony wood paneling,
horrible carpet over ever horribler vinyl, these crazy tile ceiling panels like in a hospital, and a raised concrete
block that's about 12 ″ by 12 ″
running the entire distance of the long wall along the floor.