February 10, 1953

After a long frustrating day looking for a job, I decided to hit the closest tavern. The bartender was nice. He let me sample some scotches. I've never had scotch before. He explained to me how it was aged, and that the longer it has been aged usually the better. A few more people came in, and he had to get back to tending to the other customers. I decided to put on some music. The jukebox actually had a song I liked. I played it a couple of times before I left. On my way home, I saw that funny man again. This time I know it wasn't a coincidence. I wonder why he is following me.

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