I met him in a bar. His name escaped me, so I gave him one of my own - Wrangler. Not only did it commemorate the bar where we met, but it fit his personality. I'm a sucker for a man that wears hoodies and a beard to the bar, and the whole loner stoner thing gives me goosebumps. Out of the beacons of disco lights and leather bear daddies, I found
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