It was a beautiful morning.The clouds were cracking letting the brooklyn sun beam down on the beautiful old buildings. The glare of the sun was beautiful. This felt good , felt real. Is this new adventure awaiting?

We arrived in front of this marvelous building were the people called it Home - The Regime Tavern. An old rustic crest imprinted ⚜️ The Regime ⚜️  . It was quite a  exquisite sight.

I peeked in the window and could see a full house . The nerves started and second thought kicked it. as I turned , I bump right into the driver.

"Hey Kid, It only took us 10 ½ hours to get here from Detroit because of that bladder of yours. Go on kid a new life may be awaiting you and if it doesn’t you’ll have the best experience of your life."

as I take the few moments to process I hear the distant noise breaking through the big wooden doors.

I walk up to the door and turn the handle…