There once was a place I spent many a whiskey induced nights. It was called The Wizard's Sleeve because it was always open. The Wizard's Sleeve was a special place located in my buddy's kitchen, in a tiny apartment where he had built his own four ft. long bar table complete with a beer sign, chili pepper lights, and a cow skull on the wall. so you're alone...maybe not. it's dark. you're drunk...all you need are these guys. now drink your whiskey and hit play. the sleeve will always be open.

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