DeWese--An Interview at Poor Richard's Place

Attila's overly dramatic parting words were, "In the name of good...no, great...journalism, get your lameness over there now and get this interview!"

Poor Richard's Place hadn't been painted in years, and the exterior walls were covered with graffiti. Above the front door, a neon Pabst Blue Ribbon sign was feebly blinking and making periodic sizzling sounds. It was dark inside, and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust. There was an old Wurlitzer jukebox in the corner.