It was a Friday night, I didn't have to work the next day, and I was bored, lonely, horny, and maybe looking for a bit of trouble. What do you do given that combination of circumstances? Go Drinking of course! Not feeling up to going into town proper, I stopped at the dark and smokey little dive on the outskirts of town called the Buckhorn; or the Fuckhorn by the more colorful locals. To some, it's a love-hate relationshi...