Old man winter blew through Billy Ray's today. I went in for the buck 75 22oz Pabst stein thinking I'd calmly relax after a day of walking in circles. The door blew open with a howling wind and behind it in came this old man wearing a bowler hat, long coat and cane in hand. The old dude stepped up and slurred, "give me what it is you like!" The startled aging punk bartender proceeded to walk up to the tap like a toy soldier straight out of  the fucking Nutcracker. He waddled to the old man and slid it to him and froze in a jolly elf pose like he was in mid plie. Who the fuck is this guy, Saint fucking Nick? A total mind fuck. All I knew is I had to get the fuck out of there and so I did.