I walked into a few of the local bars, looking for work. No one would even look at me since I didn’t have a place to live (minor setback), and I wasn’t 21 (major setback). I walked into a place called Wastin’ Away, expecting the same routine from the other joints. There was something quite unique about this place though. All the other hole-in-the-wall bars had the same bland, stale beer aroma. Wastin’ Away had a scent of sea salt. That’s right. Sea salt.
The pink exterior of the building sets the place apart from the other bars too. There was a plane right outside the bar, like that feeling of an escape to paradise. But I was in paradise!