And the above is precisely what Surf City H3 has attempted to do for over a decade now. Sadly, this is not always a pleasurable experience and never has it been less enjoyable than when Vince Lamblowme assumes the reins of power as hare.

There. That sets the stage for another tragedy rivaling that of Romeo and Juliet. If you were smart you’d close this page and grab a beer. However, knowing you’re all half-minds of the first magnitude, I’ll drearily trudge through another Hash Trash and tie Vince to the whipping post as he so richly deserves.

Point A was the (New) Jury Room.  This watering hole is new in even more ways this time, it has a new owner, a flame-haired beauty named Karen. As I arrived, I met her in the alley conversing with two of her cronies. She was asking if they thought the drinking club that was assembling inside would give their establishment a bad name around town. I told Karen we’d be gone by 7PM so she said, Okay….just this once.

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