The bar down the street.

On a slow night, you can hear the ice hit the glass from across the bar. The game’s on with the sound off. You stop in for twenty minutes and stay long enough to hear the whole story about somebody’s new job.

After a while, you stop checking who’s going to be there. You know who comes straight from work, who always sits at the end, and who leaves their jacket on the next stool when they see you at the door. You learn those things by showing up.

Chug Nation came out of nights like that. We made a shirt for those nights.