There's no place like home. We park just outside my bar, and I'm giddy with excitement. I jump out of the car before Hank turns off the motor and run up to the front door. Hank runs after me, and we walk inside together.

"Holy shitballs," I say.

Hank rubs his eyes. "Holy shitballs."

The bar is decked out in streamers and balloons and hanging on the wall along the length of the bar is a Welcome Back! sign in neon pink. Cheers erupt from the biggest crowd I've ever ...