83. Going to Hellish
“Hell…You see? Told you.” Rumi said, poking my shoulder. “Taverns are a glorious Hell.”
The sandwich board read: If you are a newcomer, it’s easy to drink here because it’s a casual bar where single men and women are welcome. It feels like New York. We serve beer and whiskey. You can request background music on vinyl.
Then in English, “English OK. I try give you awesome time. Just come in.”
“Awesome in my mind ought to be reserved for ineffable things, like mountains and when you meet your maker,” I said to Rumi.
“Sounds about right, then,” he said.
outside Hellish