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I was one of 3 old dudes at Goldstein’s last night. I don’t know to think if this is pathetic or something to be proud of.
Probably a bit of both.
Pathetic: Why are you out in The Tower alone as a 50 something dude? Go home and pull weeds or do dishes or some shit.
Proud: Nobody else in my age group out here checking out local bands and enjoying a beer, walking miles home.
I got that video just as the Goldstein’s crowd gave up trying to start a little pit. That band was not playing pit appropriate music but, dammit, folks wanted to pit.
For the younger Fresno crowd, this has been a staple of every Fresno generation; Fresnans love even the tiniest excuse to start a pit. Bless our little hearts. Do we need to grow up? Maybe. But it makes us kind of adorable too.
I decided to check in on Livingstone’s (It has been a while for me) and have a General Sherman IPA from our own Tioga.
The bar had just enough people to give me a sense of enough going on that I wanted to stay. But soon enough, a large amount of people came in and it was too much for this guy, so I headed back over to Gold’s and caught some more Fresno talent:
As I wandered the streets home, contemplating life, I am pretty sure I saw Fresno Jesus wink at me as I walked by:
-Mikey
Keep Fresno Brutal
