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This made me tear up.😢
If I passed him in the street, I'd think that he was a happy-go-lucky guy. So, so sad.
Just cause this guy likes to go to his local neighborhood bar it doesn't mean he gets hammered and belligerent or sloppy drunk. Maybe he goes and has a beer or two and has meaningful conversations with beloved friends. Maybe he has a heart to heart with a total stranger. He doesn't necessarily have to be an alcoholic.
I love you, sir. 💗
Friends in low places playing in the background
I wish I could give this man a hug 😔
Life is Hard 🥃