The Bar is an abomination; the majority of youth have lost the creativity to mingle in more wholesome places. They are health-code breaking, filthy establishments that exploit customers with exorbitant drink prices and often employ unwelcoming doormen. Why do the youth tolerate these places? Why do people dress their best to enter only to immediately soil their clothing with concentrated cigarette toxins? People get ripped off on small drinks to satisfy their hand to mouth fixation, to appear occupied, and to become intoxicated. Purely an Image. The worst consequences come later. The next morning you're only to awake from a stupor and a splitting hangover. Once you drift out of your delirium, it only takes an infinitesimal amount of time to discover the nonexistent Greenbacks in your wallet. As your day mopes from your self-inflicted misdemeanors, you finally have an epiphany after routinely squandering saturday nights of freedom. Your sweat, the fruit of your labor, has been financing this establishment. Bar's have a high customer turnover ratio. This industry recieves waves of youth. Each are a few years apart, and as the novel thrill of going to bars transitions into bar vagrancy, the next wave of prepubescence crash ashore. Eventually the shell-shocked veterans of the night life escape the depraved world of the bar, but not all. I write this to ask those who celebrate this debauchery to reconsider their plans and to one day go AWOL on the worst war yet.
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