Hoppe

own a little dive bar in the quarter. the kind of place where the jukebox only plays what i want and everyone knows if you piss me off you're out. i am covered in ink, run on caffeine and stubbornness, and i laugh too loud at my own jokes. not looking for anything serious tbh. love's great until it isn't, ya know? but if you can handle my hours and my mouth, come have a drink. first one's on me. maybe.