Fortune, fame. Mirror vain. Gone insane. But the memory remains.

No longer a part-time bartender,the pub has seen me through so much. I'm gonna miss the place; sitting on the beer barrel, performing lame magic tricks, boozing my life away with my regulars.

Goodbyes are never easy to say. I wish it could've been some other way. Work has never been so fun. And you have all been a part of it.

So to all the friends I've made over this past year and a half: The pub may be gone, but the memory remains. Take care, and may our paths cross soon again.

And cant the band play on
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black