I was out and about a few weeks ago the Saturday before Halloween with my Sister, Sarah, her fiancee, Omar, and some other associated friends. It was a fun-filled night of chat-chitting, random conversation, and some stunning happenings and realizations.

We were suppose to all meet up at this bar in downtown Omaha called "The Rose & Crown Pub," but we mistakingly ended up going to an abhorent dive bar called "Pierce Street Pub." We walk into this bar and immediately I know we were up shiz creek. The walls had 1970's wood paneling, the mannish bartendress was wearing a trucker hat, the obligatory grizzled old man was creepily eyeing us from the corner, and, to boot, our friends weren't there.

Drat!

So, we hightailed it out of there with a furious passion.

Shortly after that, we find "The Rose & Crown Pub." I walk in this joint, and the gigantor bartender yells at me for bringing in a Wendy's drink cup. I'm all, "What the hell, Bro? It's just a cup." He wasn't having any of my jive-talkin' lip, insisting that I go outside. So, Omar, my sister, and myself all go outside.

Being of the vindictive type, we quickly hatched a scheme to get back at the pushy bartender. On the outside wall are these big iron rings. I think they're probably used to tie up horses or something. That makes sense since most Nebraskans still traverse the lands via horseback. We concluded that we could pull down the brick wall by tugging mightily on the metalic rings.

Unfortunately... The wall remains.

Our efforts were all for Naught. If you happen to cross by "The Rose & Crown Pub," feel free to pull with all of your might on the metalic rings on the wall. Maybe you can pull the wall down and avenge me.