Tired of paying so much money at bars, I thought I’d pick up a handle of my favorite bourbon, or the most easily available non-poisonous whiskey.
Alas, it turns out prices in hip-ass Brooklyn are a good $10-$15 higher than Redlands. A hearty FUCK YOU goes out to your small, dust covered shop tucked in between immigrant restaurants where I can get a full meal for $5.
So then I went and bought a six pack of California beer. NYC, get your shit together.