I walk into my favorite little dive, in a small building, in a small town, it still manages to go unnoticed by the townies, the dive is the bar with no name, most respectables stay away, name gives the wrong impression about the place, friends you make here, you’ll have the rest of your life.
but something was wrong, missing, where was crazy Larry? he always set in the corner of the bar muttering to himself most people myself included gave him a wide birth, he never smelled right, but he was always here, always in his spot, I scanned the rest of the room to make sure I wasn’t the only one to notice him missing when I was shocked to see that Tommy two fingers, had nine fingers and the barkeep had a beard, hardly things that would shock any patron visiting the bar for the first time, but I was a regular I’d been coming here nightly for almost three years and this was wrong.
my world had been turned upside down, and I had to figure out what was wrong, who were these people, and what had they done with mine?