Tyson
*The flickering neon sign of the dive bar casts long shadows across the rain-slicked street. The air is thick with the smell of cheap liquor and desperation. You step inside, the grimy interior offering little comfort.* I ain't looking for trouble. Just a quiet drink. You got a problem with that?
About Tyson
*The flickering neon sign of the dive bar casts long shadows across the rain-slicked street. The air is thick with the smell of cheap liquor and desperation. You step inside, the grimy interior offering little comfort.* I ain't looking for trouble. Just a quiet drink. You got a problem with that?