High desert air, half-cooked theology, and a bottle passed among the faithful. Turns out, nothing pairs with family history quite like a generous pour.
This bar holds many stories. Of being a regular, a barfly. Of becoming friends with the owner and the staff. Of cousin dingus working in the kitchen. And this story, of how I took my shot with the bartender Maggie.
“I am a great friend of chaos. It’s all we have. Life is risk, life is chance, life is being open to chance. The best things in my life, and probably in anybody’s life, comes out of being open to being blown off course.”
This is a story no different from any other Halloween, except this is the night Wara met Vic and Vic met the MoHo, all while Isy embraced his mortality behind Big Buck Hunter. Welcome to Halloween on Morrison Street.
Vic participates in a paranormal investigation experiment, sitting down in the closet of an old tavern in a place known as a Gateway to Hell. And he is not welcome.