the bar

I believe my truck has now nearly paid for itself, from the many home depot runs to the recovery of a treasured pool table. Yesterday i moved a bar, and by a bar i mean "the bar" the behemoth that's so tall that girls need heels just to see where their drink is located, and so sturdy that Marshall has confidently danced on top. Now located with one of it's proud architects the beast will live on… as soon as we find a tap.