Three Bars

Three nights in Victoria. Three bars. Two dirty bars filled with the young. One clean one well stocked with some pretty fair whiskey.

Whiskey bar only lacked what I was hoping to find - Island distilled whiskey. Attention BC bar owners! We, the people of British Columbia, distill some fucking great whiskey and other spirits people would like to buy off you.

Dirty bars were ok. I witnessed how social media move young people in and out of drinking establishments. One minute the bar would be fucking packed, next minute fucking near empty. Just when you thought you could drink in peace the place would be packed again. This yo-yo bullshit repeated itself over and over again.

I reckon the bars were paying people to hype up their places on social media and our herd instinct youth were getting sucked into going to this place, then that, then some fucking other.

It was fucking pathetic.

Social media: yet more proof, as if any were needed, that a sucker is born every minute.