This may not make sense to some people, but I think it sounds like fun.

   This is Callahan's Place.  Sure its a bar, but its a special bar. 
Drinks here are only fifty cents.  Miracles (Mike's special of the
house) cost a bit more.  
   Now ol' Mike only accepts ones around here.  If you have a five or
ten, go out take a right and you'll be at a deli.  The guy there'll
trade you ones for what you got.  Then come on back.
   Now, you've got your dollar, like I said drinks are fifty cents,
the special, now is a dollar.  Not just a dollar but that's all the
money it costs.  You just get drinks, there's an old cigar box by the
front door filled with quarters on the way out.  Just take what you're
owed and leave.  Mike doesn't keep an eagle eye on the box, but if
you're caught taking more'n you deserve you'll be ejected.  And the
door wont be opened first.
   You want to know about the special?  Simple.  Just take your drink,
walk up to the white chalk-line, propose a toast, drink it down, and
toss the glass into the fireplace.
  You say that's crazy?  You don't know Mike too well then.  But don't
worry, before the nights out, you will.
 Now, about the toast.  Some people go up and jokingly toast about
World Peace, good will and all that, but most don't.  When a person
goes up, they usually toast about what's wrong with them.

  Oh look, one of the new people have decided to toast.  Watch closely:

A young boy wearing a brown and orange bandana, brown shirt, brown
pants, strange black shoes and a backpack walked up to the chalk line.
 He lifted his glass up, which was a strange little thimble-like
thing, and shouted:  "To Curses!" gulped the drink down, and threw the
glass at the fireplace.
  It shattered against the brick with such force that a few pieces of
brick chipped.  
  A moment later, most everyone else in the bar raised their glasses,
said "To Curses!" drank their glasses dry, then lobbed them in after
the boy.

  The boy looked around for a moment, surprised at the
open-heartedness of the people, then sank to his knees, his eyes
welling up with tears.  "I hate my life," he shouted aloud.
  This started things going.  Long Drink immediatly replied, "I hate
mine too.  Most everyone does.  What makes yours so special?"
  The boy was once again shocked, he turned and looked at long-drink,
"I'm cursed," he said.
  Long Drink just replied without missing a beat, "We've had a couple
in here like that before.  Sue was cursed with a really long-life,
Mick Finn was cursed with the prospect of destroying the Earth, a lot
of us are cursed."
  "But does your curse turn you into a little black pig?" the boy shot
back.
  "No.  That yours?"
  "Yes.  Ever since I fell in that spring in Jusenkyo..."

If you want me to continue people.  Tell me so.





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