Today I'm really excited about this paragraph I wrote a bit earlier. Excuse the arrogance, but I think it's some of the best work I've conjured for this sequel. Enjoy!
His face was known to every tavern owner and barmaid on Neso, though their familiarity with Frank far outweighed their respect or fondness for him. He was seen most often at The Beast and Hustle, though he had also run up tabs at Rosie’s, 441 North and The Twin Fins. He would often stop on his way home from work and imbibe anywhere from three to six rounds of corn liquor, fermented apple cider and wine, sitting with whoever would have him. Most of his drinking companions thought of Frank as good for a laugh, though sometimes at his own expense; as a political curmudgeon, forever berating liberalism and progressivism in tirades that increased in both volume and exaggeration as the evening and the alcohol flowed; and finally as a well-meaning but ultimately unimpressive acquaintance who bought more rounds for others than were bought for him.
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