In the heart of the city, tucked between a forgotten alley and the bright lights of the boulevard, stood KJ’s Bar. It wasn’t a place for the faint-hearted. KJ himself, a gruff but kind-hearted man, kept things running smoothly. He’d seen all sorts in his time—punks, bankers, lovers, and liars—but nothing prepared him for the… Continue reading Miracles at KJ’s bar