The bartender at my usual lunch joint disappeared.

He has red hair and beard. He loves to eat the ass, and I believe has a straight up fecal fetish. I showed up for lunch today after a week long break. Apparently he doesn’t work here anymore. Folks here aren’t talking re: the circumstances. He had spoken about wanting to work at another local joint in the past. I do not recall the name, but will see what I can do to work that out.

Something is strangely awry in the land of the honey dipper lovlies. Period.