But...Bottomless Cups!

The bar has bottomless cups during the week. They were $6, but the price has been raised to $8 since, oh, yesterday.

Craig is a good friend. He was crazy after he came home from the war but has mellowed since; I spent last Fourth of July in the hospital with Danny after an accident involving Craig, Danny's hand, and a butter knife.

But that's not the point (today at least).

Danny's pretty broke after having paid the bills. Craig is broke for some reason unknown to me and went to far to scream "I need money for cigarettes!" out his car window and into ours as we passed each other today on the road by our houses.

But they went to the bar anyway. Danny drinks beer now, which is cheaper than whisky but will make him fat, I am sure. At least they play darts all night (their new thing, which led Danny to spend $80+ on a dart board for our house, to mount between my Edward Hopper poster and our "I WANT YOU" Army poster.), which slows down the drinking a lot.

At least Jack got so bad he went to rehab. More on him later.

But Danny and Craig are just wasting away, and wasting my money as they go.