Appleflappen Hang-Town, say what?

Walking through the bat-wing doors, clouds of dust form around his boots with every step he takes, despite the layers of dirt and grime, he stands tall and walks with pride, confidence, and arrogance. Leaning against the bar he signals the bar keep, “What’s the most expensive thing you got to eat?” The barkeep straightens, … Continue reading Appleflappen Hang-Town, say what?