The bartender says, “We don’t serve time travelers in here.”
Time passes. The patrons filter out. Eventually the bartender grows old. His children mourn him at his passing, and meet the grave in their turn. The city crumbles under the intrigues of time and war, and new cities lay their foundations upon the old. These, too, crumble. Humanity itself grows old, ...
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A touching story my father told me when I was a lad,
So I was walking down the street one afternoon and a particularly dirty, broken down, beat up, sorry looking, shabby homeless man asked me for money,
I says, "why if I gave you money, surely you'll just spend it on booze!" I says!
He says, " no sir! I quit drinking years ago!"