Two years pbumed and I’m into my fifth beer at the laundromat/bar. I’m bored and am sacrificing money that I shouldn’t be on flavorless sips when I know full well I have to drive back and bring back my clothes to my ratty little apartment on Main Street. Amazing how this place tries to keep people entertained with all things possible. The owner’s son’s band tries their best to play a cover of a some hip hop song, while the jukebox is blaring a Garth Brooks song that a patron paid for to spite them. All while this is going on, they have three TV’s on to their loudest, one with the cartoon network, another with FoxNews and the last showing live talk from Jim Patrick’s Empowerment Network. No one listened to any of it, except maybe the Brooks fan. I looked over to the machine I was using.