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Night at the Blue Owl, or Elephant. Whatever. Pssh.

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It was 8pm on a Thursday, downtown Sarasota, and we had an hour to kill before Bryan’s tattoo appointment. The streets were fairly snowbird-free, but we were still well below the median age and income. We passed restaurants too lofty for our paltry dinner budget and stole smells instead. We were almost to the Indian-run pizza place with a six-dollar soda-and-slices deal when a sign caught my eye: The Blue Owl. $2 PBR. We could kill an hour for a couple bucks, easy. The trio lounging outside the bar wore thin mustaches, tight jeans, and  pronounced looks of boredom-verging-on-condescension. “Fun,” [...]