Frank's Power Plant

So my little neighborhood bar rocks. I don't know why I'm writing about it now considering the fact that I haven't been there in a couple of days. I'm trying this wacky experiment where I don't drink alcohol for several days in a row. I'm not just talking hard liquor I haven't even had a beer all week. I think they call this sobriety? Anyway it's got me to thinking about the great little bar in my neighborhood. It's called Franks and there's a bartender there named Charlie (go figure)and besides the fact that he's married with a child and has a weird homosexual fantasy thing going on, He rocks. It's the kind of place wher hipster's, punks, losers, and drunks can all get along and the jukebox plays everything from David Bowie to Roy Orberson. It's a truly wonderful place.